Poems from smyerskelley
Teacher, you should know that the boy
who steals milk off the table ain't greedy
it's the only meal he gets
The girl with anger issues...
I don't write because my poems create
floral borders around my resumes and college applications
No,
I started writing after my third grade...
I woke up refreshed and
felt the bare padding of my feet against wood floors as I walked into my bathroom,
I looked into the mirror,
and I...
The cacophony of sounds explodes around me like the shells my grandfather
must have heard in Korea,
except these noise are pleasant,...