Rolling Into April By: Neruka Joseph Never before had he thought of Going dancing along a London bridge To prove to his lover that he
When we were little the most bitter taste we knew was the black coffee mommy and daddy drank at the kitchen table. Every morning the
Ahoy dear captain and welcome on board Here is your hat and here is your sword The islands of happiness are the first stop We’ll
There’s nothing I can say about love That has not already been said Before me, a thousand “greats” Before me, a million dead. So, what
with you feels right when my city, the one I ask if you’ll call your own, (you know the streets better than I), is dark,
I view genderAs a beautiful animalThat people often take for a walk on a leashAnd might enter in some odd contestTo try to win strange
Seeking the quiet that persistence has, I might dig in forests rather than seas Had I the choice between existence as A blade of seagrass
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