Poems from Dejanay Richardson
Change, a small word that doesn`t come about easily.
I want it, but how come it never comes to me?
Changing yourself is one thing,...
When I saw people around me, I tried to read between the lines.
Their faces was covered with masks that they called the circle of times....
When I saw people around me, I try to read between the lines.
Their faces was covered with masks .It was a part of what they called the...