Poems from bmac4395
America, oh how beautiful
Oh how sweet
But is all who inhabit it, singing this beat?
The homeless, the imprisoned.
The ones who are scared...
I can't live without one purpose
A purpose that beats my heart
Like a shell protecting a tortoise
This purpose pushes me in a cart filled...
I am not you
I am not them
I am not she nor he
I am one
I am an indivual with values
beliefs
memories
fears
aspirations
I am myself
not a...
I surround myself with people who flock
amongst others who are in search for a rock
The symbolic rock that this world is built upon
the...
We fall and bounce back up
We bump and bruise
but I know that we will never lose
When life tosses us a curve
we must smile back and throw...