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...