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...