Poems from Shailen Scott

Into the Crowd
The voices mount their cavalierly titles Marching towards the ever crumbling tower of hope Seeking out the destitute visage of my doubt...
Lack Luster
To look in the mirror and see something different, I wonder if that’s the apple I’d pick. To, just for a moment, be someone new, Would...
Not in a Book
Negro-Crayola-pigmented figures may dance, But their minds lay paralyzed, Wasting away in the flow of the idolized, Instead of the flow of...