Poems from Theflyingirl867

M other blesses the day I was born, why is it Y ou spit upon it like a curse?   L ike the day God chose to paint me brown I t was a sign...
Through the words I've learned to cry and bleed in the form of ink.  learned to write my tears  upon wide-ruled notebook paper.  learned to...
It's suffocating me Each brief Poisonous word that comes out her mouth is like a dagger plunged into my heart "I'll be fine" states my...