The Poetic Word
The stories on my inked skin
BY GLORIA O’KOYE I made sure that every inked needle pierced into my delicate skin Was earned to the fullest. ...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE I made sure that every inked needle pierced into my delicate skin Was earned to the fullest. ...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE When will peace be taken seriously? Instead of waiting for riots to erupt For demands to be...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE They try to Silence us Try to Bury us Try to Target us Try to Condemn us....
BY GLORIA O’KOYE History is doomed to repeat itself. Ancestors suffer Descendants fulfil karma, Vice versa It never ends. ...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Belly of the Beast, The box, the yard The human cage, The closest thing a person can...
BY GLORIA OKOYE Dear Phyllis Jack Webstad, May your legacy live on May corporations tainted orange Never hide the true...
BY GLORIA OKOYE This is a letter to the streets To the ones that put in the work To boast...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Photos snapping Delivery of words that pleases the ears of men Curriculums receives praises Grants pour out...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Society’s influence on community Has changed so much Maybe it had always been there And social media...
BY GLORIA O’KOYE Flashing lights Fast life Busy days and busy nights Glass buildings and housing reaching Towards the...
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