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...