Poems from tay3479

“Are you still listening to that hip hop shit” is the first thing you say when you call me.   I try to bring up other topics on the phone...
Today I saw the grass shake.   It was cold outside. But so was I.   I was only shaking on the inside though. I kept a cold exterior That’s...
Sick of the way my mind is because society told me how to be before I could find anything out for myself.   Sick of being called names and...
It's One O'Clock in the morning I'm in my room Woken up by the sound of shattered glass on the kitchen floor And the sounds of my Dads'...