Free Verse

America the Forsake

I’m scared for my country. It belongs to rough pale masculine hands breed to pillage and take with straightforward tongue, twisted dominance. Its leaders reflect that of a parent to a child. Showing pain cloaked and ready for war. Let this country mirror the fool or the devil who acts like a saint!


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This isn’t where you thought you would be after you left high school. Maybe anyone can attest to that, but the thought of your dreams becoming out of your reach is more than you can take. You keep asking yourself why don’t I just run it’s not like you couldn’t have, ‘cept everything requires money and let’s […]


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R.I.P Grandma Polly 6/25/1935–8/7/2015 She applies light strokes distinct shades of the rainbow in her color book. I wonder if she ever considered herself an artist at work. She’d probably laugh no, it’s just for fun but the careful strokes tell a different story.