"nouse" poems
How to hide your blackness it the hardest test of them all so now take your pen of "oh no she didn't" And replace it with a blank white paper, not a smudge to see
Don't clap your hands or they will the shackled don't throw your drink cause this is last if you cry well that's your *** show a little class and get rid of all that sass
We will be fine don't "Drank Some good" you will drink wine but not a lot be a lady
And tell your men that they won't be shot if they off that slang and be a grown man if put it in you have to take care of it and you will be a Byron your name will be Bill
This is called cultural appropriation and it will be taken over my nation my name in on the line and your neck will be in a nouse.
You will hang like an ornament on a tree and you work for me I'll whip your back till it bleeds. And you will be begging on your knees but there's no need to plead.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
the air is crisp
as i sit on the front
verandah, snuggled up
in wooly hoodie, flannel
pyjamas and ugg boots
hands wrapped around
a large mug of steaming
coffee
watching those with more
enthusiasim, than nouse
riding up the hill in bright
lycra body suits.
the weekend pelaton rides
on to wherever.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC