Poems from Sasha T
I.
The first day I realized
freedom is not free without a cost,
I was thirteen—
when we read To Kill a Mockingbird
and I could not...
Why should I wake?
In my bed, I am safe.
There’s no pain or depression
or sorrow or hate.
My heart is tied down
by pillows and sheets,...
The floor is cold.
A shiver travels up my spine
as my bare feet slap
against the bathroom tile,
and I look into the mirror
at my splotchy...