Oh, for lungs to scream a scream that would fully express my grief, that would shake the earth,that would crumble the hillside in front of me. My first memory of daddy-Monster:I am three years old.I receive his fists as I lie in bed.He yells, “It’s your...
(An internal dialogue concerning the battle between peace and bitterness)Born into violence, I choose peace.Deceived by toxic theologians, I breathe peace.Manipulated and scammed, I inhale peace.Threatened and slandered, I exhale the...
Dear old friend,We have been together for such a long whileThere were times I was consumed by youUnable to breatheGritting and grinding my teethThe weight of the world on my chestCrushing my little one's heartI understand where and why you are so prominent in my...
two sisters, home alonemom working as a teacherdad is a ghost, not aroundmom workingthe fighting, the tearsdad is a ghost, not aroundlocking herself in our mom's roomthe fighting, the tearsno way to call momlocking herself in our mom's roomi am helpless,...
This poem is about a character from my favorite TV series, Anne with an E. It was written about a very mean character and reveals some of her backstory and the trauma from her childhood. she scrubbed the tile floors watched as the bubbles seeped through the cracks in...
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