Poems from spacialawareness
I stand here
My eyes burning
My throat like sandpaper
Under the sun
Under the sky
Under the influence of my mind
I stand here
Thoughts...
I met a boy
He saw purple and red stripes
He told me a story
About how his fist
Was always kissing bricks
And as romantic as it...
Dear boys:
We have a problem.
No girl, young lady, or grown woman is unaware of what they wear. When the cat calls are pelting down on...
She was always a mess
Scabs on her face
Dried blood under her fingernails
Her heart throbbed until
It crumbled
And pieces of it cluttered...