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I sit with the colored people toward the back, on seats that are way too busyand smell of nicotine and cheap detergent.I keep to myself and only make eye contactwith ...

If I could find the brightest morning,I would keep it in a bottleSo maybe someday I could inject itInto my bloodstream. Let it pump my heart like sound wavesAnd shake ...

We are the helpless generation.Plagued by apathy and expectation,as we grow tired from staring listlessly at hollow relationships.White and blue, wasting time. We feel independentbut fall in step with

I fly.Beyond windows, over rooftops, over smiles, over joy.Fueled by fates flame and brimstone,and sounds, shapes, and music,on feathers dipped in gold and cane sugar,I fly.I flyfor freedom and for ...

I stand on shaking knees,empty eyes, empty cups, empty stomachs.Ignored by the hustle,by the busy business bustle,by the "Don't go near him, 'cause he's dirty."Pass by my dirty palms, my ...

I speak for my peopleof the bold proud lips and singing in church and fists held high.I speak of suffering,for the kids who's fathers are too far into prisonto tuck ...

They were wide eyed and beautiful,with their trembling little hands and quick to smile lips.But it is cold out,snow falls on their cheekson that big bright jacketas they point at ...

The floor in Arthur Nickel’s basement was covered in old purple matted shag carpeting, and the walls were covered in paper that had been so yellowed by time and cigarette ...