Poem 352/365:2015 Posted on November 8, 2015 by Tshombe Sekou 0 if I were a flower perhaps I would be picked loved and admired but I am a black made of stone if not shot beaten until… choking I dream of water twin rivers falling rushing to my feet if I were a fish I could swim through them even get deeper than bullets in flesh deeper than than empty—love ©Tshombe Sekou Share this:LinkedInTwitterTumblrRedditFacebookLike Loading... Related