Poems from Sweetangel502

A Mother's Cry
Laying on her bed, full of dreadful tears "Please stop crying," her son said in dismay. No one understands her countless fears. Memories...
The Oppressed
Where should I begin? Will I make goose bumps emerge from your skin? So hearken and ponder of a nation that’s been through thick n’ thin....
The Oppressed
                                                                         Where should I begin? Will I make goose bumps emerge from your...