Poems from faith01
To the man selling newspapers in the street,
I’ve noticed in Weslaco,
everything is close together,
but nothing seems closer than
the...
Dear Mr. President,
America is supposed to be the land of opportunity,
yet we shuffle families back to their home lands and
barricade...
There once was a girl,
who pushed tight against the world,
unable to reveal her fear
like unraveling satin
only her fabric’s
tampered by...
I cut my hair to become more wild.
I did it for compassion.
I did it to release my ego.
I did it to become a hero.
I did it to be oddly...
Red,
red pain,
like a sea
full of shame,
a field of hate,
on the American flag.
A shot of a gun,
The pull of a rope.
A fire that burns
at...