Never to look a hot comb in the teeth.
I love you.
Because you love you.
Because you are erect.
Because you are also bent. 148 more words
My most recent edition of “Culling The Classics” posted on LitReactor today, of a book that I was really excited to read but even more excited to finish reading. 274 more words
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Expressions Through A Pen
“Shouts to Gweny”
Days where the boys stand in hallways, ice box cool
Teach you how to get a girl, what we learned in school… 48 more words
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Upon first glance, Gwendolyn Brooks’ ten line poem, “The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till” may seem quite different from the literary claims it makes within its title. 366 more words
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The Bean Eaters
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware. 61 more words
I went looking for a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks, because I very much enjoyed her in college, and found this one, “A Light and Diplomatic Bird,” from 1949 in… 42 more words
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Views Of Preethi B
A Sunset of the City
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls, 201 more words
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