THE PERVERSIONS OF QUIET GIRLS ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
I’m an orange,
But if I can’t juice — will you throw me out?
Poem on suffering
THE MAN IN THE DOORWAY ~BY PAM LEVARI
There once was a little girl so innocent and free-
One morning she work up
That had all been taken
WE WEAR THE MASK ~BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;