Poems from gracefalvey13
Let's talk, just you and me. All your life you've been surrounded by women: your mothers, sisters, aunts, grandmothers, teachers, neighbors...
She is 17 years old when her body is laid out on the autopsy table. When she is ripped open and stitched back up again. She is given a waxy...
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be astronaut. And a ballerina. And a movie star. And the president. I imagine we all wanted these...