children begin to scream tears are streaming down my
face
my
parents disown me and sell me to a shady, moustached man for
three goats
no one can ever know i wear a
bra
There’s a
blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last
weekour
assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in:
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black I can’t
see.
Me: *casually sitting in my room* Brother: *opens door* Brother: Come on in camera crew. This is my little
sister, Caitlin. Me: What's going on? Brother: She's a hoarder. She's been a
hoarder for several years now and it affects the whole
family.