there's a shabby-looking man sitting across from me in the coffee shop
and I'm determined not to be scared
or think he's homeless
or irresponsible
or unemployed
because we look at the outside too much.
I look at the outside too much.
when will we learn to look at people and see
people?
same as us.
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
