Poems from LeahRae
I Like Spoken Word Poetry.
Loud Music And Good Lyrics.
Pottery. Theater. Journalism.
Social Activist In Training. Liberal Politician Wannabe.
Passionate & Always Talking Too Loudly.
Scholar. Human. Happiness.
Green Tea, Hair Bows, Skeleton Keys.
Far Too Many Tattoos & Piercings. Always Up To Trouble.
Feminist Dragon.
All Adventurous Women Do.
"Turn Up The Lights. You Can't Find Your Way Home In The Dark"
The Scalding Openness Of An Open Palm. Cradling The Broken Syllabubs Of A First Name, Between Flesh And Bone, Between Thumb And Forefinger...
When We FuckYou Won't Hear The Sound Of A Coffin OpeningBecauseI'm Dead Inside Anymore.
I Met God This Morning.He Was Sitting At A Bus Stop. I Sat Down Beside Him. I Was Convinced He Was Was Part Of Some Devine Intervention,...
There Is A Reason ihop Is Open 24 Hours A Day.It's Like A MmMmMm. Pancakes!Like A Mouth Watering & The Sound Of Fork Scraping Plate,...
There Is Something Impossibly Impulsive About The Body We Wore. Like A Costume On Stage, Every Change Felt Like A Quick One. We Were...