I met my younger self for coffee
I met my younger self for coffee today,
Poems
For those of us with too much to say but not enough patience for a novel... enter poetry. My style? Totally impulsive. You’ll be able to tell which days I’ve been reading Shakespeare or John Keats vs. the days I’ve just binged Dr. Seuss. After 15 years of trying to find my writing "style," I’ve decided... I’ll take them all.
So, enjoy this delightful collection of messy, half-baked, and thoroughly questionable works. You’re welcome.
Can I borrow your skin?
Can I borrow your skin?
Melanin Ruins
What a beautifully tumultuous relationship it is, to have our origin story depicted across our bodies.
Let me paint
Let me paint you an image,
I don't stop
Some days, I am a princess, not a care in the world. Other days, I let that rumbling, gnawing feeling inside of me reach the surface and beg me to fight, opening my eyes to the inequality that surrounds me. Other days I am tired of turning up and happily accept my pretty tulle-engulfed fate! It's hard being a feminist, I'd much rather sleep it off.
Wondering of Wonders in Wonderland
I swear my knowledge stretches far beyond Disney, just let me get these out of my system and I'll eventually write something of substance too.
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