We are just kids,
falling in between the light.
Discovering darkness,
to yearn for it's might.
Living the unknown,
dying to what's seen,
we were just kids,
figuring out what life means.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
POETRY: The Words Of Those Unheard
Thơ CaDive into the beauty of melanin, evaluating the DNA of our roots. Understand the importance of our complexion and the fight in our souls, god-given & handmade. Come into the mind of a black woman, it's crazy chile.
