Poems from Kary Cabrera
“The Woman Who”
The woman who fights a millions monsters with nothing but a broom
and never once has she given up a single battle
who has...
“Make me Suffer with Things I'd Rather”
Oh, chop me in thirds, rather than rid me of my triumphs,
With the sharpest and evilist weapon...
Envy, such a complex and strong concept
Corrosive acts on man’s society...
The shifting feeling from happiness to sadness was subtle,
happening too slow to realize
The smile that was once carved on her face melted...
Don't Touch My Treasure
My spaghet, so precious and delicious,
The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism
Just by thinking about it...