Poems from Jenna Bowser
Mirror mirror on the wall
Do you see me thin and tall?
School is rough, the kids don't see
The person I'm truly destined to be
I try and...
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born
Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon
You go about life like a winding staircase
At...
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness
Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy...