By Christopher White I wonder how much my bounty would be? the eyeballs of the cops staring at me im smart, black, and come from a good home, god forbid i even reach for my phone, they said to record them, to make sure things go right, so why is my cold body hitting…
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Nappy Roots
By Christopher White The tall green grass grows thick as my nappy roots, Twist-out fresh with the scent of Cantu melanin against shades of yellow, hello? Welcome. shorts are above our knees, begging mom for the keys, just to brush past the leaves as we leave, but not gone forever. Just a small escape…
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