Two Worlds

A fight between peace and war, a struggle between the rich and the poor. An ocean of blood shed because of stupid decisions and an irreparable crash of morality. The sun turns to black in their world but in ours it shines like gold. We close out all the windows to the outside and open…

Poem to Poverty

Our days are long, the sun burns our skin to cinnamon brown, the wind scallops our lips, our feet are masses of scarred flesh. We are marked forever, with the letter that defines us unequal by the circumstances that cause us to be hated by some and pitied by others. Ignorance soils our houses it…