Poems from Michaela James-Thrower
she yells at me as you do
Claims it's out of Love
And I’m tired of being hurt in the name of Love
When there is no love present
I’m tired...
she yells at me as you do
Claims it's out of Love
And I’m tired of being hurt in the name of Love
When there is no love present
I’m tired...
BOOM
Are those gunshots or fireworks
Was that the cops
I just heard
Or is it that I’ve heard those sirens so much
that they are scratched...
I used to wonder why the sky was blue
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
And how many licks it took to get to the center of a tootsie...
They told me what happens to people like us
I ain’t mad though
They told me they’ll kill me
They told me to put my fist down
They...