Sunday, April 18, 2010


by Queen4aDay

They fling their fists,

Like they want to hurt us, cause fear.

Don’t they understand,

We’re all friends here.

We go outside,

To escape the reaches of the fists,

To gripe about it,

To wish they’d understand.

We just want to dance.

1 comment:

Sara said...

I love this poem...great expression of emotion!