Frankline Shem O. Poems

It happened in math—so silent, so still,
Not even a whisper, not even a quill.
The numbers danced on the board in white chalk,
When suddenly… my stomach spoke.
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Love's a goat, it eats your socks,
Your wallet, pride, and favorite Crocs.
It chews your dreams and spits them out,
Then leaves you broke and full of doubt.
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By Frankline Shem O.

'Perfection dims and sharpens at will.'
'The perfect body is always one more diet away.'
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By Frankline Shem O.

A trouser's job is simple, see,
To keep things covered—mostly me.
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By: Frankline Shem O.

They told me
Accents are embarrassing
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This poem was found in a bullet wound. Recite at your own risk.

They say we're free.
But when we scream, they answer with bullets.
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By: Frankline Shem O.

I drew a picture of God today
but the crayons broke—
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Rule One: Never cry during the day.

People will see soft.
Soft gets you a bullet,
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By: Frankline Shem

You knew the house was burning,
Still, you handed me a match.
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Don't tell me it'll be okay.
You were not there
when my brother's head rolled past me like a ball.
We didn't bury him—
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