Poems from Jessicastoye
Screams,
Shouts,
As the black smoke fills the heavy air.
Families ripped apart,
“boys and men to one side—
Women and girls on the other”...
You can come to me.
They all say that.
I’ll always be there.
They always leave.
Don’t be afraid to speak out.
I’m not afraid to, people...
If my tigers eye can protect me,
What does that mean for your eyes?
If your hands are the ones that fit
Perfectly
In mine,
And your arms...