EPOCH POETRY THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU BUY

Black is the color of my minimal brother’s brain, the gray streaks in my mom’s hair. Black is the color of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards upon my neighbor’s wrinkled face…is a method of saying the truth that hurts that has a chuckle, a means of capping on (shutting up) somebody. Acquiring even talking bout individuals’s mammas and