Poems from Howard Lee
I hate my speech!
I hate how sounds are released,
I hate how my S’s last longer than a Second
I hate how my lip tightens...
Bright red face, tightly clutching my fists
eager to strike a blow like a ghetto kid.
Pockets very slim, family auguring till the end,...
Not mad, sad nor happy
Just tried and sleepless.
Laying in bed,
Just thinking and thinking.
My dreams are blurring,
along with my life.
My...