In which a millennial black boy discovers the power of his thoughts and the impact of a pen. The consequences thereafter are devastating.
A collection of shitty poems and real life experiences narrated from the perspective of a charcoal dreamer.
Don't you wake at night After the day has thinned? When hardly a soul is in sight To witness you shed your skin
Cause when your friends are gone And it's only you, You can feel the thoughts in your head, Hear them too:
They sleep on you, black boy. They see not you, thug boy. But they don't dream like you, real boy Their jealous of you, big boy
So dream a world you can live in. Be black like the night you fit in. Man up, there is no sitting. Dream, black boy, you're living.
Author's Note
And that's a wrap! I might do one last author's note chapter but this is the last poem! Dreaming Black has finally come to a close❤️. Thanks to everyone who has read, voted and supported me.
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