Poems from AquaRivers

When will the rain stop? From the flashes. From our eyes. From our bodies. From our minds.   When will it stop? The ground covered in red,...
There's a gun in my face As I try to figure out how I got to this place.  I wonder if it was for wearing a hoodie and having a bag of...
Growing up is never easy, Constantly trying to understand my being. This person they constantly questioned Discriminated, and offended.  ...