Teddy Dondanville


Forsaken… taken… for granted. These seeds that have been planted, By me…for me? Which is me? The scholar? Or do they have me by the collar? I swell with frustration and holler, for help. Once a roar, now a yelp…HELP. Me, grow this tree of wisdom. So that I may give some… LOVE and HOPE To those living under the scope. Magnify…like a fly, I am trapped. To see who I wish… Read More