Poems from Samiya Steers
Dear nine yr old me You are a Nubian princess Wear your hair Dark and lovely A crown of curly wool On top of your head Do not pale in...
Do you make wishes at 11:11Do you plan from 11:09 When your hope bubbles over andAll of your troubles and desires File into a line where...
If you do not feel anything
When your fingers touch a keyboard
You are not a poet
If there is not the slightest rhythm
From the...
As pretty as a white rose
In a bouquet of red
She never said anything nice;
Yet she was loved
Admired like dew drops
On daisy petals
At...