Poems from ariafrancesca
My struggle with anxiety is not as cute as my curled hair or my new outfit.
It certainly won't get as much love on Instagram, and the...
I say I’m a writer, but how would they know
When each line and verse I’ll never show?
Each word loops endlessly through my head
a catchy...
“Boys will be boys”, they say
As if somehow their biological makeup is an excuse that allows them to comment on my cosmetic kind
As if...