I watch as the trucks roll up to me
The feared white men grab me roughly
They toss me into a stuffy car
My mother’s screams pierce the air
She reaches for my hand
The enemy trucks retreats
Everything is gone
I am
Stolen
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Too Late: Vol. #2
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written and decided to publish. It's the second volume in the series, though it doesn't matter if you've read volume one or not. I'm not sure yet how many volumes I'll make. But this one, like the last, will have 2...
