Poems from amandabyrnes
We are told
To be seen, but not heard.
To wear dresses and skirts and the color pink.
To leave the hard work to the men.
To view other...
Writing can drag on
Like waiting for a delayed flight,
sitting uncomfortably on a chair bolted into the floor.
But, writing can also be...
Pitch-black.
I walk across the hardwood floor
And get into position,
Heart racing and brain scrambling.
Remember, remember, remember:...