PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

M.I.A


 

As my palms pressed against the

Roof I felt the stiff and unsurprisingly

Warm barrel pressed against my lips.

Staring into harsh eyes, red and

Blue lights flashing in my peripheral

Slowly feel my name turn into a hashtag, I

Looked hard, really looked until

I didn't, until I couldn't.

 
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.