Poems from Tiarra3

Living on campus is too dangerous these days As I have a fear of guns that will blaze As school shootings are not a phase   So I commute A...
Inside the art room I reside, Sharpening paint brushes No longer used for art on paper But as a shank to put between those zombies eyes My...
My family's life is like the dirty dishes sittng in the sink ready to be sprayed away. My father is the rag trying to wipe away the dirt....