Poems from ekpalmer
We study slaves, we study graves but tell me who am I
Am I captive, am I dead or more than just a fly
My impact I question
My reason I...
As an itty bity girl my father was my hero
As a little tiny girl he was an eleven on a scale from ten to zero
As a childish girly girl we...
Success they say is in the eye of the beholder
But my beholder ignores the fire, recognizes only the smolder
My fire burns a different way...
I lie awake in my bed
All the while the world is sleeping instead
They chose sleep, they chose rest
I chose tired sad loneliness
But the...