Poems from gracecooper
I look to the stars above:
I see the galaxies, swirling
In a brilliant array of light-
Now I look at me.
I see two eyes
Colored with...
I hear a knock-
Subtle at first, then louder.
A soft whispering:
"Come see the world!"
Should I open the door
Or hide in the dark?
My...
Our culture has created a monster.
Society says that to be pretty you have to be thin, blond, blue eyes, etc.
My little sister doesn't...
A haze of smoke hung thick through all the air;
The cries of dying men echoed 'round.
The light from booming cannons showed an eerie...