Talk

Talk Brotha can we talk? No fists, no knives, no guns and no baseball bats There is a time and a place for physical combat But the youth need to see How level headed adults negotiate We must unify like flocks of birds Taken to the baby blue sky There can be no pride in … Continue reading Talk

Smitten

Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Pexels.com Smitten We rock to the smooth groove Of distant tunes incited by smitten feet We snuggle underneath the frost bitten moonlight We twirl to a lover's beat My baby and me   Love always, Esha ❤

Dance Party

To say, I been in the house a lot lately is an understatement. But I remember the hot house parties and the small dance floors and it makes me want to write. This is a poem from my up and coming book. I hope you love it! Dance Party the old deteriorating building erupted with … Continue reading Dance Party