Poems from Ellie Kleinatland
They tell me that I must stay,
Don’t slip into the light,
I’m too young to go on my way.
So listen children, as I lay,
to my words, for...
Look into that flat reflective glass.
Do you- can you- see?
That thing staring back at you.
Hungry, mean. Down-right foreign.
Its...
Violent days have violent ends,
and violent enemies,
have violent friends.
Violent friends
have violent ties,
and after that,
they have...
Sticks and stones can break
My bones,
And names, they always hurt me.
Because of the sting
They always bring,
They never fail to hurt me.
Open your heart,
Open your eyes,
Do you still see the things
That you despise?
All the locked doors,
All the bad dreams,
Hear all the...