Poems from GwendalynnR

I don't think poets aspire to be much of anything aside from the utmost essence of what it is to be a person.
I am told I am not enough... I hold membership to a group of people who are often told that... We are not mother's color, not father's......
I would cut clothes from the fine cloth that takes it's texture from the summer sky.   Days drew patterns for clean cotton blouses.  Nights...