Poems from bkwrm614
Dear Society,
I demand to be heard.
My lips sutured
and limbs frozen
but my voice sounds,
burns with the intensity
of a white hot sun,...
I am less than perfect.
I am more than what I appear.
I am scared by events yet to happen.
I am shaped by experiences in my past.
I am...
First.
Be knowledgeable about your topic.
But,
don’t remember your expertise.
Listen
to the words
tumble
stumble
rumble
through your head...