Poems from OldestOfFourKids
You make my skin crawl,Like writhing maggots beneath,Like the innocent child's scrawls,Tainting my canvas, my skin.Your words, they pierce...
“Free me”, she screams in his face.“No more.No more a moore.I am a river.I flow.I live and give
Life.Not a decaying swamp for men to...
My life is a book composed of many different chapters.
The lines I write within each one determines what comes after.
My book began before...