Poems from GenuinePoetry96
Every time you ask me how I'm doingI tell you I'm goodThat life is greatThat I'm happyWhat I didn't tell youIs that I haven't slept in...
I am from Fullerton
A place where railroad tracks met orange groves
Where my childhood met reality
I am from the city
But not like, tall...
I came out to you on a school day
I gave you that final part of me
And I can hear it in your voice as you spit out your words:
"Disgusting...
I spotted you in the aisle of the storeYou were so beautifulSo amazing that I couldn't look awayYou stared right backAnd I could tell, in...
College: a special type of hell
Where you are stuck between homelessness and education.
That time where you are thrust into the world...