Poems from Italygirl
Early adolescene consisted of
bulky sweaters, dusty shoes,
and baggy jeans to aid in invisibility.
I sat in a corner with my
nose buried...
You say that you want to help me.
You don't.
You're nothing but a pedagogue;
you preach, but don't listen.
You go on and on on the lesson...
I am ashamed to be in America. Have I gone back to where race and status matter more than the life we live? I am already considered a...
For so long I have been
ignored and pushed aside for the
prettier face and tighter body.
I was silenced as I watched the
queens of the...
You look at my belly,
then look down on me.
You call me a slut, floozy,
loose, and so much more.
No one understands the
fact of me never...