Poems from SilentWonder
11 years has passed and it has yet to become easier.
Each year that passes I expect the blow of father's day to be lessened.
But the...
Who is the victor when both sides had suffered casualties? Death looms the streets/and the ground is full with bodies that were far too...
There were days when I did not want to claim who I was. If I made that proclomation, then I was admitting to being the poorest kid on the...
Suffered. Hurt. Buried. How many more violent words can she take? How many more bruises do you think that she has?
He vowed to love her...
I can hear the steps of many,
and as I turn my face to the crowd
I can see Malcom X with one fist up yelling, ''I am black and I am proud...