Poems flow out of my head

2008 poems

Poems flow out of my head
and they land in my hand
before they reach the ground
I imagine my poems in a crowd
it is rather strange when I have a frown on my face
because one time I heard that my poems reak 
and that no one would want to read them
not even Jesus
if He was here on earth

(c)Cherisse Powers


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