Poems about Bullying
I look in the mirror and see the little girl that was so excited about growing up and I wonder what she would think of me now w
My sister always wore her hair in braids
She would weave them in straight lines
like static patterns
Bring the meat and I'll make sauce
Producing a dinner most debauched
I'm tired of self important pussies
A moment gives life
Twists us to pain
Grants us reward
Redemption
A moment strips us of dreams not yet had