Poems from TayStan
Child runs into the street
To get his bright new ball
Semi comes crashing down the road
Unable to stop in time
A scream
A screech
A hollow...
Have you noticed
That almost all of us
Are in better shape than you?
Why do you think you can stand there
Telling us what to do?
...
My grandmother told me of a place
Where she played as a kid
She never said how she found it
But it’s gone now
There was a tree there...
The bully stands above me
He’s pushed me down once again
Doesn’t he realize someday
I’ll be bigger than him
Maybe not in size
We all know...