Poems from crawford2001
I'm a lot like Cain,
That is, I don’t think about
The consequences of my actions. I don't know
What they’ll be
Until they happen. I
Hit...
Times never change, Sappho//You could not weave and I could not write tonight//She asked me to write her essay for her (she hates English...
We weren't singing for you
We aren’t posting for you
You call us vane?
Yet you picture us this way
In your mind
Made us look at ourselves...
I prayed to Atë
For life
But she did not take that well
Because there is no easy way for me to be punished for that
She cannot give me life...
We were about to move
again
And he said we needed to paint the garage
He didn’t explain why
but he never does
I still feel the burns on...