my body is a canvas, paint it with vibrant colors and meaningful poems.
sketch the words of ink onto my coffee colored skin.
my mind is an orchestra, conducting countless symphonies.
listen to the children bicker at me, block it out for it means nothing.
their words carve into my skin and repeat throughout my mind.
witness the children forgive each other, for that means everything.
too many lessons for us to learn safely.
we are all getting hurt.
- february 23, 2018
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homesick - poetry
Poetryhomesick: (adj.) sad or depressed from a longing for home or family while away from them for a long time.
