Poems from Rachel1Scott
The human anatomy is more than just
What the eyes can see
Or technology can clinically measure.
The human anatomy branches far past our...
The lives broken, the time lost,
Where do they all go to?
Do they disintegrate like the rain does into the permeable ground?
Are they...
As children we are bred,
bred to be docile and obedient.
Never to step out of line
or have an unkind word to say.
As children we are bred...
Don't you see what you've done?
Tore my soul and scattered it to the sun.
Laughing maniacally as I flutter in the breeze,
An abandoned...
By age five my father was on trail for murder.
By age thirteen my mother began to get sick;
She started to slowly deteriorate before my...