Poems from naimashaw

yOU KNOW WHAT?
You know what AMERICA? I am not my hair nor my skin I am not a freak (well...maybe a little) I am what lays within my values, intellect,...
I'm Fine.
Inside of my outward appearance, inside of my jokes, smirks, and giggles  lies a tortured soul A witty little brute unheard, unseen,...