Poems from ALISELOWE
Don't touch me bitch...
I'm fragile...
She's beautiful,
a well oiled machine.
Her cogs, pullies, and levers flow seamlessly,
but--
when she enters a room full of potential...
Society asks me with mics and similing faces,
"who are you?"
I scream to the clouds my identity,
and once I finish expressing my truth,...
i am of an older age,
where the idea of watching cartoons had faded away.
Yet i feel something is not quite right,
in the deepest part of...
What would you do...
if you were given negative advice?
To be told that all your dreams would come true...
once a camel passes through the...