Poems from sydneywritespoems
perhaps I can’t
my mind is free
structure gnaws at my mind
claws at my soul
I am a beast
form and style cage me
rhymes are chains
surround...
Life is a living hell,
a twisting, turning maze,
a bruise that never heals
and a dim and foggy haze.
Life is an endless novel
rich with...
beginnings are inevitable
the beauty of starting fresh
creating a journey
to me, I struggle
sewing the first stitch
laying the first brick...
child of color,
your skin is the earth
you are sun kissed
the giver of life.
child of color,
your hair is dark
you defy their standards...
is it a comfort
the familiar faces
the path you have walked
time and time
again
your life is shaped
not by others
every step you take
day...