If you are like me, you view life and light as a spectrum:
Young man comeTo my gateThreadbareJumpy-eyedAsking moneyThreatening suicideI give food and waterNot a centNo money can buyThe…
They cannot pretend we don’t existFor we will not be quiet anymore.They taught us to be strong and…
You feel like a strangerAlone in a crowd,An alien intruderAnd it’s all too loud.You want to be wanted,You…
Narrative Poem