Poetry by Malcolm Scott
192,720 Hours…..By Malcolm Scott My first 8,760 hoursFeeling like I was being held hostage with no…
192,720 Hours…..By Malcolm Scott My first 8,760 hoursFeeling like I was being held hostage with no…
DA EDGE OF MOST MY DREAMSBy Michael Larue Thomas I dream at da edge of some…
Cell CriesBy Rachael Noviskey Freedom.Freedom.Freedom.We don’t feelthat here.I fearwe have to peerthrough the tears.I come froma…
The Real MeBy Monique Houston The real me is a strong, tenaciousWoman of God.Who loves her…
Then and NowBy Sarah Mecum My hair stands on endIn your over ecstatic environmentMy point of…
In the Mirror!By Breon Powell I am the culture of the city street.A heartbeat echoing in…
HOW CAN YOU EVER FEEL MY PAIN? (2)BY Shawn Robert Johnson How can you ever feel…
RaceBy Daniel Lee Branch IV Why must we focus on a RACE?So, if a person is…
A Bless DreamerBy Russell McCoy Bless is how I feelWhen stress was out to killEverything inside…
This is a tribute to Michael Tanzi who as you know was executed April the 8th…