Poems from julliaarosse
Sitting in a classroom,
uncomfortable and afriad.
An empty backpack,
been weeks since mom's been paid.
I've gotten a label,
that...
Violence would have saved me.
A thought I struggle to comprehend.
It were the words that degraded me, broke me down,
they wrapped...
Why'd you care if he/she had short of long hair?
What does it change is he colors his face?
Why are you affected when he puts on dresses?...
I am in an empty casing.
My soul is hitting walls and edges.
I am in my life of which I've been told.
I beg to differ.
I see birds fly...
oh what if we're just fallen angels
here to guard another
oh what if once we've done our duty
we fly back up forever