Poems from Little Green
I don’t remember January.
I came into this year terrified,
A friend about to commit suicide.
Tears, tears
Are all January brought.
In...
People strive to be something different
Society wants you to be different
But in their own terms
They want you to have a thin waist,
A big...
Blissfully asleep
The cold air never seeped in to get me
I was protected by a sleeping bag worn old, purple and pink
But it was ruined...