I wear black to point out my esteem, gold is in black they say
I put on black to remember our fathers, our mothers who ever lived
It's black for our land and not the land for blacks
So let's keep it that way!
© amimoh
Think of this blog as a diary gone public; a mix of spilt ink, overthinking, and poetic chaos. I write what hearts whisper at 2 a.m., then pretend it’s art. Welcome to madness.
My little brother didn’t understand. He dragged a chair, stood on it, pressed his lips to the glass frame of the picture on the wall, and wh...
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