Poems from victoria jule
run.
run faster.
to stop, is to die.
you might not cross that finish line.
As he is our canvass
We will force the star
Upon the moon
He shall shine brighter than the sun
This will be our day
The student will...
They didn’t have to clip your wings,
You were never meant to fly,
You were only born,
So they could watch you die.
They didn’t have to clip your wings,
You were never meant to fly,
You were only born,
So they could watch you die.