Poems from SilentWonder

Who is the victor when both sides had suffered casualties? Death looms the streets/and the ground is full with bodies that were far too...
There were days when I did not want to claim who I was. If I made that proclomation, then I was admitting to being the poorest kid on the...
Suffered. Hurt. Buried.  How many more violent words can she take? How many more bruises do you think that she has?  He vowed to love her...
I can hear the steps of many, and as I turn my face to the crowd I can see Malcom X with one fist up yelling, ''I am black and I am proud...
Maybe the things that I worry about are not that worrisome. When my car makes weird noises, the noise shouldn't seem so loud in my head....

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