Poems from skylerkleckley
Being a thug is all fun and games because of the girls and the money,
but once your homeboys start dying at your feet, it is no longer...
A brick building consisting of unconditional love and prosperity,
inhabited by six family members: two boys and two girls.
One forgetful...
The sickening sound of bullets blasting my classmates haunts me,
the disturbing images of piles of children lifelessly laying on the floor...
Land of the free, home of the brave,
our helpless immigrants. They refuse to save.
They crave our culture, but push us away.
They want us...
The devastating sound that rips students apart from their families,
buries their chance at a prosperous life; it will forever haunt me....