I wrote this poem last year for my history class. I’d completely forgotten that this poem existed, but I reread it, and thought it would cool to do a #ThrowBackThursday by posting it.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Mr. President,
We live in desperate times.
It used to be a piece of jewelry
(Pearl)
Mr. President
It used to be a safe haven
(Harbor)
Mr. President
They took that away from us
War.
52 Letters in the Alphabet 
[…] My poems were Rain, Like Tears, Innocent Ladders, She Wanders, Others Talk of Love Affairs, Mr. President, and Clear as Day. For short stories I wrote Desert Gods and The Spoiled Child. The second story […]
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