Poems from Daizha
I call your name, but I receive no response. Why is that? Oh. Because you were never there from the start.
As the Rain Pours On/ I Can Hear Your Voice Whisper/ I Really Miss you
I write because it frees my heart. I write because as I pick up that pen my spirit runs wild. I write because it is who I am. I write...
Dear Sir, as I walk to school everyday I see you outside laying against your cardboard house. I see your shoes are worn and your hope is,...
Who am I? I'm the person that doesn't speak. I keep my mouth closed. I gaze around at those and create mental notes. I'm an observer. I...