EPOCH POETRY THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE YOU BUY

Black is the color of my small brother’s intellect, the gray streaks in my mom’s hair. Black is the colour of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards upon my neighbor’s wrinkled confront…is a means of saying the truth that hurts with a laugh, a way of capping on (shutting up) a person. Obtaining even talking bout people’s mammas and such.T