Poems from turnthisstupidfatratyellow
it was the first day of fifth grademy mother saved for months to get me brand new shoesbecause middle school was a big deal, after all....
When my daughter is born, I will not weep for her like generations of mothers before me did.I will raise my daughter to be a warrior.I...
One day youre twelve, and the only thing that concerns you is pumping your legsfasterandfaster,to win the ultimate game of tag.
Before you...