Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

Prayers — Savannah Cooper

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have broken crayons and called names to faces that looked too much like mine. I have hated my reflection—not the hair or the shape, but those stupid, sad eyes. I have built rickety structures not even on sand, but on the thinnest of breezes. Bless me, Father, … Continue reading