Poems from ebirkey
You are my mission
You are my dream
The crumbling society.
My heart, my hands, reach to you
To help you learn
To help you back on your...
I see your bruises
My Dear,
I see your scars.
You have been torn apart,
Piece by delicate piece.
I will try to sew you back together.
Here...
My beloved father stands with his back turned
He has anger in his eyes,
frustration on his lips,
while suspicion coils around his hardening...
Sleeves slip up in class, and you can see them
tiny white lines, one after another,
lines up in neat rows like soldiers.
She apologizes...