Poems from ebirkey

You are my mission You are my dream The crumbling society. My heart, my hands, reach to you To help you learn  To help you back on your...
I see your bruises My Dear, I see your scars. You have been torn apart, Piece by delicate piece. I will try to sew you back together. Here...
My beloved father stands with his back turned He has anger in his eyes, frustration on his lips, while suspicion coils around his hardening...
Sleeves slip up in class, and you can see them tiny white lines, one after another, lines up in neat rows like soldiers. She apologizes...