Poems from kemaprint
I speak out of fear. I spit fire and fists. Hoping that my words will hit... hard. Hoping that my tone will give you the chills. Make you...
Poor kid, Leave me alone. Leave the animosity from your personal experiences away from me. See I haven't done anything to you. I've so...
when you look in the mirror, you see 3 individuals living behind that glass reflector. you see the past of you, the present presentation of...