The Enternet Poem by mariechantal tuyisabe

He couldn't escape the land scape
Even after being smashed repeatedly,
The scotch-tape would carefully caress it
I smashed it a million time-
During a twilight-without again
Again and again I smashed it
For it was my enemy
This white man's creativity was my enemy
It was embraced, held in a warm clasp before me
This land scape again and again was held, embraced
By my lovely lover
While in my bed, I laid without cheers,
While in my bed I laid with only tears,
And I wasn't about to share
Instead I decided not to care
For there were no reforms.