Poems from Jenna Bowser

Mirror mirror on the wall Do you see me thin and tall? School is rough, the kids don't see The person I'm truly destined to be I try and...
The hour glass flips over as soon as you're born Time creeps away like nocturnal raccoon You go about life like a winding staircase At...
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy...