I found this older poem I wrote and, strangely enough, I can't remember what—or who—it was about. I thought I'd share it anyway. You were my first friendWe danced together in that loud room.I didnt realize then that I would never forget your smile.I feel I didnt know you well, but I miss you.You knocked …
POEM: Hero
They say their bodies move without thinkingCan this be said of all heroes who save lives?What does it mean to be a hero?A symbol of peace and justiceStudying, Speaking, Violence
Poem: GODS
Perhaps to the ants we are GodsDeciders of their fate, crushers of their dreamsFor our whimsMaybe they think we interrupt their pathstake their lives, make them sufferFor a reason.Can we hear their screams, their prayers?
Creating My Autobiography 