Poems from poetwhodidn'tknowit
The platforms are my heels, votes garnered with the slick smile on my face.
Pristine pearls and playful pins make my ballots better....
Why can’t we go back to the bouncy house?
When we were young and it didn’t matter that we were boys and girls,
before cooties and sweaty...
My tongue twists in rapture, Captivated by the banquet of sounds to choose from.
Without doubt, this sundry is a soundboard forced to...
What I’ve learned in 12 days is I am that girl, and no, that is not who I want to be. No, I can’t be her. Going from forgotten, unpopular...