Poems from MayaPapaya675
in reality,
[red blood uniform holding back an
elegant princess with soul worn yellow
as she waves off suffering and
lives with screams...
Our playpens are coliseums
and we take our first breaths
in pools of blood.
We teach ourselves terrorism,
and then award medals
to...
Our playpens are coliseums
and we take our first breaths
in pools of blood.
We teach ourselves terrorism,
and then award medals
to...