Poems from Miss Lane
Her eyes swollen from the tears,
whites of them wide with fears.
She's been so strong, she's carried on,
but how long can she go along?...
Trembling limbs, deep breaths, trying to stay calm.
Warm lips; wandering hands, clothes slip down to the floor.
My soft voice asks the...
I am beautiful, maybe not in the way some others would think but I am.
I am strong; I can't lift twenty pounds but I can keep smiling...
Yes, sure, go ahead, throw another math problem at me. Slam another insult on my desk.
Tell me how we're all failures, that none of will...
There is something, some part of me, that knows who I am.
It tries to tell me all the time,
but the rest of me resists, it believes it's...