Poems from CrimsonBlack

I was told
I was told to learn the hidden vernacular of shame. Deep down I knew who I was,  But not the others. I was told that just because I am a...
It was you, It was always you.
You meant nothing. You were meant to. I didn’t see anything.   You were a chore. Insignificant. At first.   I was told to create. I couldn’...