Of Shattered Mirrors
I found an unlikely foe in the mirror, Cruel judgments every time I showed it my face, It revealed not the boy I could become,
Betrayal of The Young
Voices calling late at night, a shadow’s terror, The broken trust and the love so dear. A delight and thus a humble soul, A childhood
If He Wanted To, He Would
Happy faces plastered on the living room wall. Must be nice because I can’t relate at all. Y’all actually went to the studio and did
This Thing Called “Rape”
The smile of a man, Sometimes deceiving, Unable to tell when it is fake or real, A mindset I had at age 12. Dreams held
I Said No
If I had 13 reasons You’d be all of them. For I was just 8 8 With this burden to carry. Tell me I was
In That Dark Room
It was one of those days again; Nothing felt right, In that dark room, Everything felt throttling, Pain fed on her essence, Till she fell
The Young Loner
They were God’s gift, I was a demon kid. They had Angels eyes, I had the Devil’s stare. They had pretty smiles. Mine had no
Silent Truths Finally Voiced
Dear love, It’s unfair to keep lying to you, And most importantly, to myself, That I want to be here, with you. For just as
Society. Society. Society
You wanted perfect. I gave you perfect. Perfect beauty. Perfect body, smile, perfect graciousness. Perfect forgiveness, perfect decorum. Until one day I couldn’t smile. I
My Husband, My Collateral
I’m pacing outside the psych ward. Back and forth. Chewing on my nails. One thought lingers on my mind. Should I walk in or go
