Cecelia Cole Poems

Burning are eyes
Because they're dried
out from my cries
Burning is my heart
...

She hollers and curses at me
but I don't kmow why
she can't talk in a
lower tone
...

I wish I could
be happy
I wish I could
be free
...

They despise
one another
I feel they
hate each other
...

Do they hate...
The way I walk
The way I look
The way I talk
...