Its morning but dark
Blazing hot but freezing cold
Happy family? How about dark soul
Hallways Boom!
Its a crash but where's the car
Help seems so far
Crying & laughing thats the sound
But why isn't no one around
Walking, running, escaping
Heart beating or it is my breathing
Sliver is cold but its my gold Heavy & hard
Hallways are quite
No more laughing
Boom!
Shots fired.. but not from me
Its red iron
Am I rusting?
I look up flashes of red & blue
How come they werent here when I was feeling blue
Is it my fault
No
It is my family fault
Maybe
It is your fault
Yes
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The Mind of a Young African American Woman
PoetryHere you will find the inner emotions & demons of a African American woman who only knows how to share through written words.
