Do I recall the first time that I rode a bike? I think not. My memory is not lucid or clear. Oftentimes, I find that I am unable to even remember yesterday. But I digress. My childhood was unlike other young persons who had the pleasure of being carefree and child-like, so the joy of … Continue reading Never Forget to Ride A Bike
Undeniably, men and women are different. Sometimes those differences are other worldly, hence the cultural classic Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I'm from Planet Brooklyn and here is my poetic perspective. by Latasha Drax from Metamorphosis of Rhythm Got questions or comments about the poem or my latest collection? Leave a reply, … Continue reading Opposites Attract
Let’s cut the cord of discord since I’m bored with you never having never giving because you’re living beyond your means and child support payments are few and far between. “I had a dream,” that one day you and your child would remain connected despite our defection but instead of your affection, there were only … Continue reading DeadBeat
SHOUT “I’m gonna tear down those walls,” he whispered and I wanted to shout. I’m tired of being restricted and oppressed-- beyond my control I lust for freedom to explode like a cannon ball. “I’m gonna to tear down those walls,” he teased and I wanted to burst. I’m made stronger when tossed and turned within … Continue reading Shout!
“I’m gonna tear down those walls,” he whispered and I wanted to shout. Cuz’ I’m tired of restrictions and oppressions beyond my control I want to be free to explode like a cannon’s ball. “I’m gonna to tear down those walls,” he nudged and I wanted to burst. When it’s rough more is done and … Continue reading SHOUT!