Poems from arianabrock
Meals linger in a bowl of filth
Darkness does not shine on this
Lips parted to please my love
My hate of subsidence does stay
But...
A question like any for myself to answer
Can I teach because education does not occur
When students use school as their battlegrounds
...
Accessible is what my father never was
The rationality of it was gone when I was young
Who could argue with me that I had a father
When...
It’s a question
A small suggestion
When we ask why me
What was the final price?
Justice to my character
Exactly where I start
To end...
Brown is the dust from the falling trees
Red is the color of the empty seas
Black is falling in
Purple are the lips of the small...