Poems from Sharifa_
I used to draw myself.
When I younger.
But the trees and the water and the small birds
and the butterflys-
they all look the same.
They...
When-
words slip out of your mouth like warm ginger ale
broken glass cuts deep into your tongue like fireball plastered
head to foggy to...
Would It make a difference if my hair were straight or wavy and my eyes green instead of mud brown?
Would it make a difference if my voice...