Poems from yennytran18@gmail.com

Just a poem lover. Adding a little freestyle though.
Us
Growing up, We wanted to make our family proud. Our teachers thrilled. Our peers happy. But growing up, We always made our family shake...
As an infant, their eyes are filled with happiness  their head is filled with innocence their heart is filled with gold. As a toddler,...
Dear the Future, Can you see us? Can you see the wounds, Can you see the deaths, Can you see the grief, Can you see the fear? Do you...
What perfect means to me Is no perfection at all. It means that you are clumsy, You are loud, You are quiet, You are graceful. It means...
I am nothing. I am someone  That people have forgotten. That is my life. And now, I watch it go, Fade away.

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