Poems from emilyslamspoetry
My parents raised me in a competitive household
They said, "To us Zentzs, everything is a competition."
And so I went about my life doing...
I was there when it all started,
when my heart turned to gold
When the angels sung their praises,
and Cupid raised his bow
Now it's been...
As I sat there,
watching the slapping,
rolling,
pounding of the waves,
and the ocean stretching upon the shore
I began to wonder what would...
If words were swords,
would we watch what we say?
Or chuck them at others who stand in our way?
What if they cut as deep as a blade?
How...
You say you want to move on.
Move on from slavery, from racism.
“It was so long ago. Keep it in the past,” you say insidiously.
But I can’t...