Poems about Health

I am 16 years old I’m left handed I hate my hyphenated last name
She Wanted by Z. Alarcon   She wanted arms to hold her,
What's it like to be hurt The feeling isn't what we usually crave  Neither of two sides of a fight wins
** this poem serves as a voice for those that may struggle to express their depression/anxiety.
Proverbs 5:11 
She sat in the crowded room, She could see them all, But noone saw her, She was invisible, Always unseen,
Political Pinocchio killed my black friends My family Though I wasn't surprised  Another day with dark skin
Like most writers, He saw it's blankness, Like an artists canvas, It spoke to him,
Her time was running out, She could feel the seconds ticking away, Like an heartbeat,