Poems from K. ADIDA

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18, Lesbian, an aspiring writer, still need lots of polishing up, practice, work and inspiration! Love feedback.
I own these things
I own these things;these things I bore,yet left me for deadI own these things.No ones name but mine engraved.No one to blame, but me to...
2:15am
In the blackest of the night, It glides through the overgrown grassand threw the sewers under the city streets.It swallows the minds of...
A Painting of Change
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.It transformed all greed and evil into...
Armed With Words
Bold Dark presenceWreaks its havocAmongst the people,Poison’d human Morality,Degraded by Brutality,Guarded from Equality,Caged by harmful...
Lost, or What Do You Call It?
          Lost, or what do you call it when nothing makes sense to you? When loved ones eyes tend to glare, fixated, unsure of your very...