FEARA Poem by Tinasha LaRayéI tried to picture how it would have been for a black man in early 1900s America being chased by a lynch mob with dogs, guns, and hate...this is what i came up with....words just didn't come....well not any words that were good enough to tell the story, wI heard the shots call My heart beating in my hand
Waiting for death’s voice
© 2008 Tinasha LaRayéAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 16, 2008 AuthorTinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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