I guess it's storytime.
Time to lay my demons
On the table.
I feel like I've been here
Before, trying to slay my demons
With a wooden sword.
Most are unaware of where it began
But no not me, I know where my
Demons came from,
Which closet they've creeped out of.
One demon was cool
But, when he invited his family
To the party that's when I knew
I was doomed.
I guess it's storytime.
Time to lay my demons
On the table
But will they all fit?
Is the tricky question
That exist
YOU ARE READING
BlackBerries
PoetryBeautiful black child, how are you? Have you noticed the distinction Between the world and your little Melanie body? Don't worry love, the other children Will break you in, Let you into the little secret That will forever brand you As unequal...
