Obvious
poem…
poetry to do with parenting in some way cheers x…
The surface is a coverProtection for what’s hidden insideWhen you call me niggerMy anger fights to hideI remember my motherHer words fill me with prideNo-one is your betterShe’d hate the times I criedBattered because of her colourSomething inside me diedI tried to be a soothsayerBelieve me I triedTonight when you meet my brotherDemons are steering his ride…
Short rhymes any feedback appreciated cheers x…