Madder Than a Wet Hen “I’ll wear the prettiest dress I have today. Maybe the boy behind me won’t draw on my ears with his pen. He hurts my feelings, and I wonder if the ugliness at home follows me around. Surely, he won’t tease me with my ballerina dress on.” I realize I am…
Category: Bullying
My poem “Emmett Till, Emmett Till, Emmett Till” Now Live On Hotel
sun shimmers in dark eyes, life stirs, myriad of dreamsa princely smile creates unstoppable joyfourteen-years happy, bout to be in city’s ugly schemes a beautiful child who could sing, dance, whistle and playhis mama’s tender nurturing handtouching suit, told him, stay close to cousins, don’t stray Emmett’s stunning mom felt dread in her yellow floral…
Scorn
fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog…
“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores
apples hang low forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores,…