Poems from Shakiya
Oh how my throat burns from the toxic that I would gladly spit back in your face.
To cope with the uneasiness, the though of becoming an...
I do not know why I feel the need to run back to you when all you do is cause pain. Maybe because you place honey on my wounds and kiss...
I wear whatever I want.
I shave when and where I want.
I spread my legs for whoever I want.
My body, My choice