Same teachers, same school,
Same lunch room, same students, wait no.
Mad students, mad teachers, empty classrooms
multiple teachers outside, students outside
with their parents. Shouting is what I hear walking with Aunt Betty and Mom seeing four
men walk up into the building surrounding a girl.
A brown girl.
YOU ARE READING
we all bleed red
Poetry"I was born on June 22nd, 1947 on the wet warm soil of Anniston, Alabama. Where the climate was equivalent to a steaming pot on a stove." ... "Alabama a South state that was segregated while I was being called a gentleman..." ... "You have to break...
