When I look at a person
the eyes speak to me...
I wrote this poem when I was on my vacation.
I was in the car on our way to our first camping...
In the shadow of religion
atrocity walks with pride...
Four Angels
Birmingham, Alabama...
An innocent 14 year old girl
Kicked out on the streets...
Lifting my foot,
Chewing gum turns into...
Perfect hair
Perfect face...
What does it do for you?
Do you even have a clue...
Tick, tick, tick, goes the tapping of fingertips;
As the 3PM bomb approaches sweet climax...
The heart stealer.
Our little mutt can be a pain in the butt and upon...
Old Glory is smartly marched down the aisle
when the opening ceremonies start...
Endless violence, we are silenced by those who are...
We grow wearier of feeling inferior, our shouts...