I was ten, they laughed at my teeth— It wasn’t the first time, but it stung me skin deep, Twelve, a boy called me by my skin -black cat, The...
I’m the Beauty, and the Beholder
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I was ten, they laughed at my teeth— It wasn’t the first time, but it stung me skin deep, Twelve, a boy called me by my skin -black cat, The...
The crowded city buzzes, neon lights flicker,A child sleeps on the street corner,Folded like a broken wing.Could see its rib cage- brown keys with...
Standing beside me to shout and say An?Your finger is an arrow your words my funeral songMade me your itching padThe crooked tree stands with pride,...