Poems from kristysharron
We wake up every morning and turn the tv on
The weather
The news
The school shooting
The weather
The news
Another school shooting
Like...
“Hey fat girl!”
Who are they talking too and that is so mean.
There’s a little girl walking down the halls
She looks normal enough
It’s the...
I am searching for the book of
my life that says every man that
I love, loves me back but can’t
be with me. My heart has been ...
Living in a city where ‘no contact’ is allowed.
Not physical but eye contact.
A place full of people with no emotion.
Sitting on the...
My mother grew up in Stuttgart, Arkansas in the 1950’s and 60’s. She always tells me stories of how life was back them. I don’t think she...