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in lieu of a new administration, america's young immigrants are facing a sort of... frustration. through broken occasion and high school graduation, by hell and high water and maturation,
I am anxious. Scared of the future, scared of failure change. For the past three years, I have gone to a college- where my dad has worked for over a decade—for free, basically.
One day youre twelve, and the only thing that concerns you is pumping your legsfasterandfaster,to win the ultimate game of tag.
Complete sleep is rare I study to dodge school debt But it's all in vain
Buried deep Longing cries echo a lifetime, clapping through cramped calamity Hard to breathe Creeping closer, ever closer Come to die Constricted by the tightest bonds
Safe is a word that bounces in my chest, it holds my breath in after thoughts like "future" Take it away, can you arrange my life so I don't cry at night?