(Winning Poem in BET & Def Poetry Jams Slam Contest for July 2001)
Green
sometimes when I am blue and the sun still has the nerve to shine bright-ass yellow green grows in my soul and red boils in my face because my place in the sun was colored by a white moon who don't respect my black, or my blue or no other hue except green and occasionally, silver
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Reviewed on November 18, 2002
Beautiful my sister as all of your work, continue to write. Your words open doors for understanding.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be