Like a thief in the night,
you come into our lives.
One minute we are able,
the next we are condemned.
Tag: Sadness
DISCRIMINATION, Poetry by Rashika Roberts
The dull ache moves slowly from my head to my chest;
Thumping thumping, the sound never misses a beat.
I am warm inside, but feel so cold;
I shiver with fear as the rain drips from my face.
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