Poems from Najwaaneesa

To all the boys that loved me  I can never imagine a world where Deja's vu didn't exist you've become recycled news paper using tired...
You are super woman. No wonder why we call you grande, mother. You’ve used your super powers magnificently on this world. Your gift of gab...
Poetry teaches me to observe the world, admire the array of colors it is painted in, analyze how they interact, and speak up during...