Poems from The Flutist
Dear Fellow Peers,
Criticism is a hot knife to my heart
And a chokehold on my soul.
I wish I were overreacting.
I wish I were "dramatic"
Or...
I look around and see that
Everyone's out and proud.
They're championing each other
In this colorful festival that I never really...
The pushing, the pulling,
The shouting, the shoving.
Why are we like this
When we can be loving?
The left and the right
Blame the other...
I love you
But it doesn’t always show.
I love you
But you may not always know.
I don’t always see your clothing
Because your beauty’s in...