Lynching
A Poem about Lynching In the shadows of memory, where darkness weaves, A tale of anguish and hearts that grieve, There lies a history fraught with pain, Of lives shattered, souls scarred, and tears like rain. In the annals of time, a dark stain etched deep, A legacy of hatred, where humanity weeps, Where […]
The Hanging Tree
Were there but one white man being sick behind that tree or with a knife to set them free do not flinch one inch at our collective guilt they used to sell postcards you know after the show Billie did sing Langston did write Lorenzotanyl drew How can such great art make me sick […]