Poems from Jess Vaughn Writes
I was used to the struggle, the suffering, the pain and disappointments that life kicked out.
I thought it was expected to feel neglected,...
Next time I look in the mirror, I’m just gonna try to see me
Not some superficial image of who they want me to be.
If my eyes are deep dark...
Like summer cockroaches
they come out hot & defiant -
scattering swiftly in all directions.
Breaking free
from decency
like snakes...
She is
that bright array of sun-kissed color out in a field of green,
orange and red and purple hues growing for no reason at all.
She is...