By adrien.
Time was never a friend of mines
Time was always of the essence
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my name adrea crossley born and raise in the carribean island i came to new york when i was 9 years old been living here ever since went to junoir high school 231 went to high school where i graduate with my diploma i was a small writer then i made my fist poem back in high school where i learn even more and here i am now at age 32 full develop and ready to explore the poetry world at its finest hour)
Black Thoughts
As a black man
My black thoughts
Blacks out
Black cross
To form
Lyrical black beckon
Peep the black virgin
Spitting the black sermon
Through the urban black youth
My black skin
Cast shadows
Of black sin
To change the world
Into my black twin
Seeking black pen
So I can write
From black paper
To black notes
That was written
For black lips
That fell in love
With black people
Check this black sequel
To this black source
That black force
From this region
Get a black grip
From this black script
That got you searching
For black angels
That is connected to black wings
To find black heart
To uplift
Black soul
As they create
Black holes
For black mind
My black dream
Was always to create
Black hope
For black children
My black thought
Will always be remembered
As black art
I am not your black sheep
But watch this black speak
That my black is graphic
My black is sweet
Black is knowledge
So recognize my blackness
For it’s truly a work of art
From the gifted one