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.
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