Poems from MichaelaEmrich

My dream job, the job that could change my life, is to be an author. Writing is my passion, and my escape. If I were to achieve my goal...
If the world were in the palm of my hands And I was able to make one simple alteration I would change society and its idea of perfection...
My teacher asks us to come up with controversial topics to discuss, immediately an idea pops into my head. I raise my hand, ready to speak...
I weave through a sea of pessimists A lone optimist Their vacant stares and empty minds hold nothing of value to meBut, as optimistic as I...