Poems from Tashie2028

When I was eight, I tried to hand my crush a cookie he stared at it and said, "do blacks make their cookies different?" I stared at his...
They live inside my mind take shelter in all its corners weave themselves in my veins and race each other to my mouth dodging the filters...
  Today a boy will fall down unconscious his trembling form on the bathroom floor one hand clutching tight a bottle filled with little...