Poems from Julia Kimberlynn
I've been surving for seventeen years
Painting a picture that's tattered and smeared.
Presenting the image the world wants to see
But not...
I am a piece
Of broken glass
With sharp, corroded edges
If you touch me
You'll bleed, and become connected
With all the secrets
I try to...
I am from Hell
I was born there
I live there
I will die there
I am from the fires that rage when people are angry
Laugh there
Love there...
I'm not sure
Where I came from
Not sure
That I care
Don't know my heritage
I've come from everywhere
I suppose I'm from
My mother
But the...
I have no culture,
No background,
No heirlooms;
I have no memories
Of the deceased,
Of the forgotten.
I have some pictures,
Some drawings...