Poems from JessicaDMJ
I understand not the ideals of love,
but I know it is a book without words.
Maybe there are no carnations and doves,
and no romantic poems...
Blinding light nearby
With the crashing of the waves,
The weight: too heavy
Which way do I look?
When all of the signs are wrong,
How can...
A country of immigrants’ children
Living on a graveyard of natives
All men are created equal
Forget that if you’re not a man
Slavery is...