Poems from Amberly Gema
Living since the day I was born,
Dying until the day I'm dead,
And in the interim, it is and has always been, a still-life of what's in my...
A tribute to those who have mastered writing the love poem, sans the cheesiness.
(And a 'you go girl' to those, like myself, who are still...
I was raised in rock city: Detroit.
Not 'in close proximity', but Detroit.
I was raised in the city that improved the assembly line.
But...