A jazzy cat; an empty room
Music flowing; a full moon
Smell of tobacco; flavour of wine
Incense burning; this home of mine
A song is sung.
"I got the weary blues and it got me
I got the weary blues it won't let me be
Maybe tomorrow it'll set me free"
YOU ARE READING
The Black Experience.
PuisiA collection of poems about life as a black man and the issues faced in both the world and in the mind.
