Poems from jangmi
The warmth is all gone. The fire burnt out.
My heart is cold like ash, the color I wear in my hair.
I don't feel a thing.
I search and...
This poem isn't about your pimples, your flat nose, or your thin lips.
This poem isn't about your bruises, your scars, or your stretch...
He knew me before I was born
He chose the color of my eyes
He gave me my family and friends
He loved me before the world began;
He...