When I was a child, I never fully committed To a cartwheel. My feet being so far off The ground unnerved Me. Supporting myself On my own scrawny arms Did not appeal to Me. Instead, I rolled.
I should really learn to do a cartwheel.
roach.
Author: Ashley R Prince
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Date: 25/01/2020
№ 1110214
The Roach and I
The cockroach and I We startled each other In the dark It flew I did too Into the spiky edge of the bed And the price My knees did pay So I stumbled, teeth gnashing 'til I found the light switch And fended off sleep until The cocky roach It paid with it's life.
roach.
Author: Ugo Victor
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Date: 07/01/2020
№ 1091785
Roach-O-phobia
Roaches, roaches!!! I can stand annoying rats, But those damn, winged vermins, I chase with malevolent bats.
The life of a roach is never glorified. Much like the life of a Black man or woman. In which 50 of us die, and the next 50 have children while they're children. We could never have a meal, we succumb to the crumbs of society. In the dark with our friends eating quietly. It's like the black race was destined to be a roach. Either you're coached to conform or you smoke until a roach. It's like nobody care about the birth of a roach. Maybe it's the color or the way that they look. While it's ironic that roaches reside in a black house. They'll never make it in the white house. Because that system is so clean that a "roach" would get wiped out. It's like the roach is petrified by the butterfly whites. Never could eat a steak, a lot of pb & j on butter knife nights. It's crazy because even Blacks don't like roaches. But it seems blacks don't like blacks either, a sickness in need of a potion. It's even crazier that this is nothing about a roach. But it's more about a race, that's ended by a rope. Called a noose and then a chain, to make a change for the pain. When the slave system got better than what we overcame. How could you hit or stop what you eyes can't see? While it's ironic how they blind us with TV. Is it a system that can sense that we're a threat. When the police war is heating up, and we're the ones with the sweat. While we either selling a rock or dishing a rock. And even athletes get locked up so youth don't listen to cops. While you blame the blacks for picking a lock. While filthy society said it was clean by blaming roaches for missing a crop. And the craziest thing is the death of a roach too numerous to care about. Much like the blacks when we march on a racial death, while the other deaths aren't shared about. While that black boy went missing, nobody knew of his whereabouts. How do you beat a system half of us aren't aware about?
This is that letter The one you write when it doesn't get better When the sun is shining but you hate the weather This is that letter When you can't figure out why you can't keep it together But you never do write it
That roach, that roach If only I could toke Would that convoke? Or I receive revoke? Or I simply choke? How I wish to elope As I head down this slope
However, the roach won't go It comes out every now and then Shows its face only to want more Hiding after satisfaction My care for the roach can only be measured by my subtraction Of health, of love Why couldn't you be a dove? I'm not attracted to doves I don't want pretty and stupid I want smarmy and witty Oh how I love pity
That roach doesn't pity It only wants And all I do is give In hopes that the roach will care A reoccurring strategy Maybe this time it will see me
Oh that roach, that roach If only I could toke
roach.
Author: Ethan
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Date: 25/05/2019
№ 831402
Roach
Such disgusting creatures Small and without pride They skitter all over They infest They distress They survive Through atomic fire Through haughty beatings They survive and thus The next generation does the same I suppose that's enough.
