Minority Ballad

Just put me in the key of C Crippled cerebrums causing colorful characters  To Cough Up Cacophonies  Excusing themselves from the  Cold cutting certainty That it’s too late once you’ve hit the...

CC Antoine Park

Nestled near Hallelujahs and hog maws Between grieving mothers and study halls Can’t tell if it’s Madea’s cooking you’re catching Or if the view of generations past brings back olfactory memories Of shotgun houses never being empty And gunshots...