Poems from sydnirambo
We are the victims, and mind control is everything
Our visions must take us beyond who we are to who we must be,
But of course they’re...
Not many people know I have a stepfather…
Her soul is married to anger
Their fingers intertwine like dreadlocks
As they drift away into...
My private thoughts are my worst enemy
Things that shouldn’t roam my mind, do.
Eventually it becomes too much
So I open my mouth
And when I...
I thought you were the victim
Crying behind the hands that shielded your eyes
Wondering exactly why I gave into your lies
Trust
Something...
I’m in love,
And it may sound funny because I’m only sixteen,
And according to anyone over the age of 30
Our kind doesn’t know what love is...