Poems from Dymond_Gen
I never knew that beauty had a color.
Being Miss America has a bigger picture than what race a candidate is.
It's crazy how a race can...
Her baby is here.
She comes back emptyhanded.
She cries every day.
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade.
I started to understand the concept: releasing.
I write because it is an outlet for my frustration....
I jaunt to my tree.
I feel happy while I sit.
I reminisce there.
Society.
A wicked, judgemental group of people.
From discrimination to gay rights, we are still people.
We eat, breathe, love, laugh, and...