Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

Away, Away from me

KKK took my baby, my only baby awayyyyyyy



Call the president

Ask Him where my baby went?

Bring me up the FBI

Found out if my baby is Dead or Alive?


KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

KKK

KKK

KKK

took my baby, my baby away

Away, Away from me

From me from me from me

They Told Me that she went to LA

They Told Me that She is away for

holidays

They Lied They Lied They Lied

KKK Took my baby away

KKK took my everything from me

They took my only baby away

Away from me





KKK




KKK






KKK
  Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
HOPE
The antiquity of thy beam
Slowly swinging into gloom
Like the ancientness of thy giggle
That rotated into bunch of sniffle

Seventh heaven into blaze
Paradise meeting flame
Conveyed by chariot of fire
It's life full of adventures
Our lives came already patterned. Like a mountain high and a mountain low
  Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
HOPE
This sensation
Deep within thee
Enclosed beyond the margin

The perceive of agony
Concealed in a vast
Silently within thee
Like a bird lured on a trap

Its these phrases
These tales
Apprehended within the mind
Like a conviction of an unblemished soul
Yammering with excruciation
You are my spring,
I am your water diviner,
Let's hide and seek.
Have you ever been to Santorini
on a boat
when you were young
and blond
and gorgeous
and free?
Have you ever been to Santorini
when life lay before you
like a joke
a challenge
a high
Have you ever been to Santorini
when the sun is so high
you feel you could die
If you’ve never been to Santorini
you don’t know me
but  trust me
just give it a try!
  Dec 2020 Coffee with Cream
ju
gloves-off, she
leans on her back foot
moves fast and hides tired eyes
behind a battle-blue arm  

from a punch-bloodied mouth
she spills and spits words out on canvas
makes way for cool air- tries to
pacify lungs before they explode, calm
a heart that longs to rebel

she needs to feel loved, but can
be understood only by tracing braille-like-trauma
on her Vaseline skin-
and if she’s not out for the count
she doesn't keep still
Next page