I Got A New Black Friend Poem by Christine Onwenu

I Got A New Black Friend



I burnt my hand on the stove.
And say Hi to Blue Wolf Bosh
A clunk came from above
I'm at Carleton, where they call me a frosh.
Loving you is a curse, but hating you is even worse
He tried to get out when I tried to get in
Or a wacky jabber in discourse;
Safe it is, when you keep it within

Sunday, April 26, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: new friendship
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