BY GLORIA O’KOYE Belly of the Beast, The box, the yard The human cage, The closest thing a person can get Without resting in the graveyard....
BY GLORIA OKOYE Dear Phyllis Jack Webstad, May your legacy live on May corporations tainted orange Never hide the true history Of the history this country...
BY GLORIA OKOYE This is a letter to the streets To the ones that put in the work To boast among their peers To the ones...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Photos snapping Delivery of words that pleases the ears of men Curriculums receives praises Grants pour out Picture perfect solutions, The government invest...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Society’s influence on community Has changed so much Maybe it had always been there And social media amplified what was hidden in the...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Flashing lights Fast life Busy days and busy nights Glass buildings and housing reaching Towards the skies Promising riches and rewards While...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Apologies Apologies Apologies. Sweet words to swallow Phrases frolicking on eardrums Before turning bitter once it’s fully digested. The truth hurts,...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Birth Being a creative Comes with gifts and woes. Healing a withering world Is a burden, That keeps on being a repeating cycle ...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Technology getting smarter As brains get more tired. Easier access to different resources Got people become lazier. Hustler’s mentality is becoming a...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Pain is pain Grief is Grief… At the end The grave does not discriminate How come people talk As if death can...
