Author Archives: Breana Galea

This is my pen. It’s black And I bought it for $2.90. But you know, pens have potential. They write my essays and Get me through high school. I fiddle with them when I’m bored, but Pens have power. They … Continue reading →

She sits at the wooden rectangle, Scratching her messy locks, From her ears two birds dangle, And she stares at a glowing box. A white veil lay before her, Its pristine, blank complexion, Hiding the small black letters, That were … Continue reading →

I may be far from home and sea Beyond my beach’s sand Far past my pale, grey gum trees Dotting my calm land. Far from my sands of red Beyond the cool, damp earth Far past soft double bed Which … Continue reading →

Gazing out my window I see the world outside Both when it’s bathed in daylight, And wrapped in lullaby. I see her when it rains, Even though it’s very dim And I see her when she glows, Pure smile free … Continue reading →

He was from way up north, Chicago That boy named Emmet Till. He’d come to visit relatives And he received quite a chill, When he got to that old town Money The white ghosts only meant him ill. So one … Continue reading →