Poetry
Poetry
My Fearest and Dearest
Dear, fearful Person/feared Person: Do you hate me for who I am?
A Tale as Old as Time
Our bodies and spaces we’re reclaiming / Of our screams beware
Paper Ghosts
Incinerating words/That make them/Feel small.
Authority
acceptance has become a standard that i no longer carry or desire to strive for / the very meaning of the word has been twisted, altered, stripped