Poems from ntlia
I packed my bags
and got on the plane
the same plane
that had carted me across the world
five years prior
I thought my childhood was...
The world watches as numbers trickle in.
Each state lights up in hues of red or blue.
Hope for a female president grows thin.
The man...
Senior year was dimmed by the coming shadow of applying to college
Countless hours in coffee shops writing essays
The alternating waves of...
Blood rushing
Sweat dripping
Mouth drying
I stepped up to the microphone
Dozens (or hundreds. does it matter?)
of eyes looked up at me,...