Poetry: The Blood Runs Deep
Regular AIAWC contributor Nadine Robinson penned this piece in response to Baltimore, and all the riots and blood shed currently happening. The blood runs deep in heated streets. The flare of rage and toxic thick air overwhelm the ebony skin. White bullets piercing black flesh. It falls. Splashes against the concrete roads. The blood runs deep. Rich in colour. Royal red. The blood of future Kings and Queens. Spilt
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