Poems from mjambura
When you're in love you glorify your lovers flaws.
You're welcomed by cigarette smoke and and putting things off.
You're delighted by...
Every time I get my heart broken I cut my hair. I want to cut off inches upon inches, rid my scalp of the hurtful hands that ran through my...
I am from made up games with the neighborhood boys
from polly pockets and popsicles
I am from the backyards of suburban America
The ones...
If my body was a tree,
I would have spend half my life trying to chop my very self down.
Uprooting myself from the soil that sustains my...
America the great:
I can vote but I’ve only had this so called right
for less than a hundred years
I can work but I only make seventy-...