Race & Crime

Who judges who, how?

Views more than the many eyes.

Blood shed yet same red!

Bipolar

Mania
towered my hopes,
masked my insecurities,
exposed my yearnings.
Aspirations
crumbled by reality,
annihilated into elements
smelted in dirt.
Invisible to you,
I find myself
reunited again in
lost poetry…

The Not “Four-Lettered” Break-up

“FUCK” he recently

learned is a one letter, word

in CAPs. Rest blank. Dumped!