If it's an American story
it's a Black story
If it's a White story
it's a Power story
shared meaning
is not
fixed meaning
words
on top
your eyes
are not
precious
air is,
that dead bird
lifted
by crying
woman
...outside the pharmacy
'Sign of Death' she knows
'Shouldn't have told me that'
this attachment
is all fearing
uncertainty
mystic seperation
cosmic imbalance
your hate tipped the scale
stop your swirling
resurrect
love
& fade...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hmmm..
Well I'm not exactly sure what to say about this poem. I kind of feel its a bit choppy. I feel like it doesn't flow well. But that just me.
Good job otherwise.

