Round and round the Christmas tree
presents were all aligned for little me...
She grew up in poverty, in the hood in the states,
For her whole life, she was just a part of the...
Tip of my tongue
Dying and Dry...
Disgusting.
It was utterly disgusting, the way everything was...
When I stepped outside and looked down the street.
All I saw was windows covered by sheets...
Through all these years,
my heart has been flooded with tears...
They called me liar,
as my new name...
My life is like a portrait
No one is alive...
Melt thy tear to a salted flake
And expose its harmful truth...
This poem is just about society and world issues...
I look in the mirror to see myself.
I look at you wanting to see someone else...
NEW TO MIDDLE SCHOOL
SO MANY GROUPS TO BE...