Poems from jdegraffe
The mother bird feeds her child.
Seasons pass, its time.
To watch her baby bird fly.
My mask is transparent.
My problems inside, but no one's apparent.
The depression, the anxiety
conflicts caused by society.
All I show...
Believe me when I say that mothers know best,
now I'm homeless and pregnant with very little rest.
She yelled "Stay in school. He's...