Poems from typewriterjedi
My back is freckled,
like my fourth grade classmate.
I thought he was cute.
And I have blonde hair
that hangs in my face nonstop. ...
Pay no attention to me;
I'm just a memory,
Just a child in a woman's body,
a nameless face in the proverbial sea.
But beneath the face...
"Just go to bed.
Don't say a word, don't look in the mirror,
just go to bed."
You'd be amazed how much less I'd regret
If only I ever...
If I could do anything to make a living,
I would do everything I could
to give myself away.
Call it piracy:
I would take my struggles...
You know what's crazy?
Slavery.
It's not okay that freedom
is only for those born free,
those born rich,
those born with a silver spoon...