I miss the sensation on my fingertips
Of the warmth once underneath them
I miss how my hands would float
Up and down her smooth belly
I miss how safe I felt in arms
That sheltered me and buried me
Black people are stingy with their culture. Hey garz. I know my roast is already old news, but I feel that I owe this explanation to the
My Fair Lady You know her far too well,
There’s something so fascinating about the way your mind
I don’t wanna pull the race card, I really
Absolutely love this poem.
Wonderful poems brother
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