Poems from Je9

The paper’s edge slices through skin, and it hurts. Why does a tiny hand cut have the audacity to hurt so much anyways? There’s not even...
Hey you. Congratulations! You started from the bottom and (now we here) you’ve grown enough to know that positions and hierarchies don't...
Oh you poor unfortunate soul lost on the first day of high school, stumbling through an unnavigable metropolis of new, people, places. So...