on human and civil rights as told from the perspective of the american white male
July 3, 2012
if there is no skin
if we’re all just the same
then why don’t i hear
you crying my name
when you sit on the pulpit
your eyes all aflame?
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
July 5, 2012 at 6:30 pm
Oh. Yes.