Black Men
Black men sitting on porches
Watching the sun escape
a dark, misty bed of trees
Holding their newspapers
Laughing and giving pounds
Smelling like cigars and soap
Listening to Anita Baker
Until the sun escapes the sky
Sinking back into the dark bed of land
And their women come back from a
long day of work
Black men sitting on porches
Watching the sun escape
a dark, misty bed of trees
Holding their newspapers
Laughing and giving pounds
Smelling like cigars and soap
Listening to Anita Baker
Until the sun escapes the sky
Sinking back into the dark bed of land
And their women come back from a
long day of work
posted by Naturally Me! at 6:10 AM
1 Comments:
You seem to have captured the essence of those who hang out and talk shit all day. It's a shame, 'cuz they could be doing something productive, like working! It's a great poem, short and sweet.
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