Poems from vann116
Don’t sit here and look at me and smile.
We both know it’s just a cover up as a means of survival.
Do you even notice?
Do you even care...
You see her in the halls.
She laughs with the same friends she’s had since kindergarten.
She throws her head back and lets out a big...
And she sits on the bus gazing out of rain tinted windows; looking out through dreaming eyes. She’s bearing the world on her shoulders, and...
Don’t look at me like that! As if I’ve never opened the bible. As if I haven’t memorized the well glorified scripture John 3:16, as if I...
I sit on the counter and I think…I’ve learned a lot.
I live in a house that defies the simple stereotype of the American dream.
From a...