"mutt"

My cracker friends tease me
because I am whiter than they.
I get called "brotha" on the street
and I don't know what to say.
Oreo I may be.
A betrayal for all the world to see.
But it's not my fault, brotha,
That I had a white mother.
There's no changing or erasing
the mutt that is me.


I wrote that in a journal entry for one of my classes at school. Haha.

warm peaches

I ate the warm peaches
the peaches of James' giant pursuit
the pursuit of the world of the out there
the out there of nowhere
the nowhere within
the within of the contented
the contented of savoriness
the savoriness of the cold rejected
the warm peaches
the peaches
I ate them