Poems from osato
It will only be a small scrape.
Then I start.
I get caught in the rhythm of stroking my skin.
I stroke harshly and with the sharp edge....
"Protesting is the language of the unheard" ~Martin Luther King Jr.
2017, No SARS they said,
they're bribing us of our money,
2018,...
Slow rat sees fast cat
She knows she will not live long
Her tears flow freely
There was a rich woman named English
Who used to be very selfish
But she learned a lesson
When she lost all her blessing
Now she’s in the...
I knew a little bird
Whose colours are green and red
It flies so high; it flies so low
It flies everywhere I go
A happy little bird it...