Ima Ryma


Poems of Ima Ryma

861. Preserved 2/4/2013
862. Previously Used 9/14/2013
863. Prince John 2/7/2013
864. Pro Anti Anti Pro 12/21/2013
865. Prof Obama 3/11/2013
866. Professional Liars 3/4/2013
867. Profile of Young Black Men 11/7/2013
868. Proud of the Kids 3/25/2013
869. Psycho Pilot 4/23/2014
870. Pucker Yucker 1/9/2013
871. Pulling Neck 11/4/2013
872. Puma 11/29/2014
873. Push For Compassion 3/5/2013
874. Push of a Button 10/21/2007
875. Putin On Pushy 4/7/2014
876. Python on Path 4/25/2014
877. Quiet Time - Lincoln Park Zoo 12/1/2014
878. Racism Acquired 5/27/2014
879. Racist or Rude? 4/2/2013
880. Rags to Riches 2/4/2013

Sneezing Matter

'Where's my sandwich? I'm gonna tell.'
He whined and made a face. I smiled.
Little brothers are living hell.
I should have been an only child.
'Shut up or starve, That's how it goes.'
I glanced away. That's when he threw
A can of pepper up my nose.
I sneezed until my face was blue.
I came real close to fratricide.

[Hata Bildir]