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...