A Poem in Three Questions
I’m stopping this a night at a time
A glass at a time
When you can’t see straight anymore
How can you tell where you’re going?
I’m scared of where I might end up
Another family lesson
If we all end up the same
Why don’t we speak about it?
Do you know a good cure
For a hangover
On a Wednesday morning?
By Green Team
This is a poem by Kylie, a first year college…