Poems from Breannasanchez
They look at me all the time
as if my skin were speaking to them,
When will the discrimination end
Has not our forefathers stand up in...
Under the surface where no one can see
The drops rolling down you cheeks
I bitter darkness were no one can feel the pain of the scars of...
For the days of my life,
we by as the tide.
the hours I loved you were a never ending story,
but why have you forsaken thy,
Willing to love...