Poems from princessjudith

Girl
Your voice Is a weapon Sharper than any knife More truthful than any gun Scream your objections Flail your thoughts about at every street...
To Speak
Rowing, dipping the oars into diction Words I refrain from dripping Onto anything but paper— In case of them sinking. A boat afloat, upon...
The Victim
The Boy who never wanted me— To know anything About where he had slept at night The Boy who dreamt Upon basement steps, locked behind a...