Poems from Hihowareyou
Have you ever wondered why your eyes open when there is so much to shy from? I don't know either. Can you please tell me?
I am held by a piece of string hung in the dark
You can’t even see how thin I am
You can’t find the scissors in the room
to cut your arts...
The fabric of my room is chalk
And I write all over sidewalks with my room
Sometimes I draw flowers, US presidents, clouds
My room is...
Fellow white people!
PASS THE MIC!
When you aren’t well versed in a social issue
Think about your status and it’s peak
before you open...