Category: Poetry

Map the topography of her lifeto pearls, shiny in the light, and into parts unknowna girl, a woman, a beautiful soul.

Light up the bong and watch the cherryThick like milk, it’s not scary. Suck all it in;that’s a good boyCareful with the glass;It’s not a toy. Inhale joyExhale smokeChoke Choke Choke

The genetic lottery will decide your fate on its own. Wherever we lack compassion, it will breed, wherever we deny it, it will make itself known. It thrives on the poor, the homeless, the weak. It walks in and out of prisons. It’s a child born from bad decisions. Through a mirror lens of perspective…