Just dusting off the cobwebs to send you a blog.
They beat my body. Tore it up like rabid dogs. Their wide palms crumbled then crashed against the wide nose on my face. Boots tripped along my ribs in time. This aint nothin' new. It happened in camps and cotton fields. Today they march on us in classrooms and on street corners any given morn. I [...]
For friends who still get it wrong
Light poetry on my history.
A poem by Langston Hughes.