A poet I use to like,
wrote one poem,
that made me take a hike.
I climbed higher each day,
trying to stay out of the way.
I tried to ignore,
poetic taste poor,
made excuses,
for the racial name abuses.
Now this poet has to excuse me,
on this poetic related spree.
Racism is so hateful,
it moves one to be ungrateful.
I no longer appreciate,
so these poems I initiate.
This is the year 2005,
quite a few don't tolerate
that racial jive.
Don't poem about it,
please re-route it!
Black folks hate
the word begining in "n."
even in this poetic den.
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Me a little lost reading you the last few times!!
Love Tinkwhat???
Take care,
Sherry
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
keep on writing, my friend, and never give up hope! you are in my prayers!