Poems from Tashie2028
When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie
he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?"
I stared at his...
They live inside my mind
take shelter in all its corners
weave themselves in my veins
and race each other to my mouth
dodging the filters...
Today a boy will fall down unconscious
his trembling form on the bathroom floor
one hand clutching tight a bottle
filled with little...