Poems from jayyell97
Growing up wasn't too easy,
but it happened really fast.
I never got to be a kid,
or better yet,
I never really knew how to.
It was hard...
There's a rule my mother lives by,
a sort of moral code:
"Never put anyone before your mother."
This is because your mother is always...
Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin tone.
Stereotypes constantly revolving around me,
Expectation of failrure,
of early conveiving.
Working...