Poems from Dymond_Gen

I never knew that beauty had a color.  Being Miss America has a bigger picture than what race a candidate is. It's crazy how a race can...
Her baby is here. She comes back emptyhanded.  She cries every day.   
I was introduced to poetry 7th grade. I started to understand the concept: releasing. I write because it is an outlet for my frustration....
I jaunt to my tree.  I feel happy while I sit. I reminisce there.
Society. A wicked, judgemental group of people. From discrimination to gay rights, we are still people. We eat, breathe, love, laugh, and...

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