All you need is poetry!
Already registered? Sign in here
The word is Apartheid in Afrikaans / But I call it not only the disinterrelation of races, / But the prematurity of a should-be-mature mind: / That fear of that woman with a "somewhat" complexion, / Of that man with irregular words to your knowing / That gruesome stare to that innocent man / Whose… sign in to read more »
You wink again, then another smile / Standing, staring at the mirror for a while / Fear takes hold, and satisfaction prevails / Feeling assured dynamite is at your avail / You're glowing finer than you ever were / Persuing a wish that just isn't there / / Noveltily you walk, stepping down the hallway / You… sign in to read more »