Poems from rochelle.j96

Why?
Why are people greedy? Why do some people live in the street? Why can't we all just love one another? Why are children bullied? Why do...
That Boy
He looked at me and I at him. He smiled, blushed then looked away. He kept looking back again, over and over. All either of us could do...
No Such Thing As Normal
               When I was in middle school my greatest wish was to not be what I am. To not be an outcast, but to be normal like all my...