Poems from kwang166

  We all wear masks We were given them as children and have never let go I hold mine close   Everyone tells you to accept each other But...
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no...
Perhaps it belongs to an animal Who squeals for mercy But instead is stunned and skinned But no, it couldn’t be them Because there’s no...
Am I a woman or an object? Am I built to be or built to please the man who needs something to own Something that’s weak and can’t stand on...