Poems from mikkihen
He beat me with his words
and shunned me
Never comforted me with his hands
I could never understand
Why aren't you proud of your daughter...
Why do I write?
Writing is an escape
A place I go that no one knows
Writing is my therapy
when no one wants to listen
Its the only thing...
White is the color of a blank page
But what is the color of a blank mind
Black is the color of these broken roads
But what is the color of...