Clayborn Poems - Poems about Clayborn

...The lead thug burst forth, swinging at Max, catching him with a fist just under the eye, Max pitched backwards, fell to the floor, off-balanced, he slammed hard on his side. The thug roared,”How ......Read the rest...

...Max Clayborn head there was a walkout coming, being orchestrated by his high school, they proclaimed they were fighting gun violence, but to Max they just sounded like fools. They said nobody was......Read the rest...