Bio: When I grow up I want to save the world. This is my personal motto. It is more than a mere goal it is a life’s ambition. I want...No need to do something …be somebody. I need to touch other hearts and grasp god.
Thats why my poetry aims at the hearts seams...cant relay a message unless the reader can feel me for real.My name is Jasmine Price future cultural anthropologist and double threat as a part time writer.I am one of the earliest members of
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My sisters and i know hunger
my sisters and i we know hunger
met him when our bodies departed the womb
skin met light
lungs met air
know him now just as well as ever
he holds our hands
as we track through these means streets
his electric empyting aura
rumbles at the pits of our stomaches
as we crisscross through concrete jungles
my sister her head in the clouds
chasing purple hazes
dizzy off these purple hazes
smoke filled lungs
fuzzy dreams
the other chasing green papper
but she dont know how to read and write on paper
lord let some jolt of mind save her shes lost
you can call me queen of hearts
dying off these broken hearts
tryna hold up these dreams
I refuse to be stuck
wandering like a brown phantom
walking corners
made of broken dreams and rock
hopscotching corners
tryin not to land on cracks for fear of breaking
my mothers back
a back already broken by
depts, economic woe, and wild girl children
she gotta feed these children
but sometimes she can hardly feed herelf
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