This has been lying in my drafts forever so I figured I'd share it with you guys.
Video: vm.tiktok.com/ZSgHJYsB/ This was really fun to write and format. Not to mention extremely personal. Hope you enjoy it!
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
A haiku on sponge gourds and an end.
poem on my past; on trauma; on pain; on identity crisis; on grieving; on healing.
all praises to the Most High. thankful to be able to share my words of testimony and hope here with everyone. blessin...
Part 2 of Girl Crush! What will happen between Seraphina and Monet? Find out now!
A poem that reeks of bitterness towards the aforementioned diamond girl.
Foolishly coaxed by his prolific charm
Their discordant dialogue sows hesitation
A copiously angry, honest letter I’ll never be able to send.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
Reality screams at me through thoughts bubbling on the surface.
This bitter cold made a brittle soul. This little hole needs warmth to be whole.
This is a poem about fearing that you'll never heal from the pain you've expierenced and you'll become just like the people who've hurt you.
This has been lying in my drafts forever so I figured I'd share it with you guys.
Video: vm.tiktok.com/ZSgHJYsB/ This was really fun to write and format. Not to mention extremely personal. Hope you enjoy it!
He had an addicting sweet taste that i fell victim to but a warm and thick iron taste made its way into the sweet, oh so sweet taste.
A haiku on sponge gourds and an end.
poem on my past; on trauma; on pain; on identity crisis; on grieving; on healing.
all praises to the Most High. thankful to be able to share my words of testimony and hope here with everyone. blessin...
Part 2 of Girl Crush! What will happen between Seraphina and Monet? Find out now!
A poem that reeks of bitterness towards the aforementioned diamond girl.
Foolishly coaxed by his prolific charm
Their discordant dialogue sows hesitation
A copiously angry, honest letter I’ll never be able to send.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
Reality screams at me through thoughts bubbling on the surface.
This bitter cold made a brittle soul. This little hole needs warmth to be whole.
This is a poem about fearing that you'll never heal from the pain you've expierenced and you'll become just like the people who've hurt you.