Poems from hippielalala

In elementary school, we read a story called The BFG, or big friendly giant. It was a story about the only kind giant to exist. If you...
Forget this town.Now I remember why I left.I don't need you now. Maybe this is a sign.You might have beenjust a phase to me. Getting over...
Growing up, I was toldthat all of me was wrong.A waist too big, breasts too small.Much too tall and far too wide.My parents encourageda...