Poems from kaylap18
To Be A Slave.
To Be Owned By Another Person As A Car, House, Or Table Is Owned.
To Live As A Piece Of Property That Could Be Sold -A Child...
It's Really Cold
In This House That's Really Old
The Robbers Came And Stole
They Took Everything I Owned
And Now I'm Crying Cause I'm Broke...
The Silent Parade Of 1917 Was Anything But Silent
They Were Marching Because The Whites Were Getting Really Violent
Physically They Were...
Assuming
Is Not
Amusing
For It Is
Confusing
And Sometimes
Diluting
He Comes To Take Your Soul At Its Peak
Hopefully You've Enjoyed Your Last Treat
In Your Head You Wonder Who You'd Meet
God In His Sanctuary...