Poems from Savannah Turner
Thirteen years old, nearly forty pounds down.
Eighty-two left. Skin and bones.
Tell me, am I pretty yet?
Fourteen years old, gained it all...
Dear Straight People
Dear bigots, and homophobes, and haters
Dear close-minded republicans
Listen up
Listen to the sound of my voice As...
I feel the harsh slap of ice on my face
Whipping the pieces of my soul back into place
Screaming and crying, with nothing outside Wind...
Never have I known the strength of humanity
Never have I seen what the human eyes see
I see from a different reality
One of monsters, of...