My cousins across the water first and foremost I must apologise For my history and religion series have such Eurocentric eyes. An attempt to condense a philosophical notion into a poem.
hi! this is my first poem here—it’s kind of a letter to my grandmother (who lives in Japan) about what life is like in the US. i hope you all enjoy :)
A pessimistic tale on life that leaves the reader with no advice whatsoever. Perhaps later. Enjoy.
For my friends that had to hide in an air duct to survive
Life is a wash cycle, except no one is clean. Wake up you’re living the American Dream
My cousins across the water first and foremost I must apologise For my history and religion series have such Eurocentric eyes. An attempt to condense a philosophical notion into a poem.
hi! this is my first poem here—it’s kind of a letter to my grandmother (who lives in Japan) about what life is like in the US. i hope you all enjoy :)
A pessimistic tale on life that leaves the reader with no advice whatsoever. Perhaps later. Enjoy.
For my friends that had to hide in an air duct to survive
Life is a wash cycle, except no one is clean. Wake up you’re living the American Dream