Poems from mariange612
i am able to dance with angels
when the sky sheds millions
of scintillating tears,
that illuminate the earth.
i hear their merry...
Stories of celestial maidens,
Whose sole purposes are to flow- like saccharine sap
Down the sides of a maple, treats for insasiate passerby...
In in kindergarten, I covered my Barbie in whiteout.
Said her plastic skin was too dark.
In first grade, I saw Paris Jackson on TV.
Her...