Poems from Christelep
When did you start to rite?
I started writing when I was two
My first letter was a ‘W’
But I thought it was an ‘M’
There was once a...
I hate these ballet shoes
Everyday marks another bruise
And as I dance with the pain, my brain is in flames, going insane
Working double...
How I miss the olden days
Those childish ways are all a haze
When everything was so full of light, color, imagination, creation
I can...