I don’t mind the musty smells Or the faded carpets, worn and aged from a thousand footsteps. I don’t mind the random assortment of chairs - Some hard (vinal, plastic, and cracked) - Some soft (faded, yellowed, and sunk-in). I don’t mind the faces that sometimes come...
The shadow, Shows another side Conceals the real me Easier for me to hide That part of myself Others couldn’t seeProjected a different persona Someone I didn’t want to be.People I would meet Desired Outcomes I got,An Inauthentic...
I must not be me. daddy-Monster will explode on me. All over me. I dare not be. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, but I must not be me. daddy-Monster will blame me. At school, I must not be me; catholic nuns will vilify...
I amI am an Adult ChildI am an Adult Child of an Adult Child of an Adult ChildI am the 3rd of 3 childrenI am the only girl I wasI was never visibleI was never able to speak upI was never allowed to be imperfectI was never sure if I was wanted I learnedI learned to...
(Authors Note: A short poem about a dismissive phrase I've heard a few times, sometimes from well-meaning people.)Get over it: three of the ugliest words I have heard, spoken only by those who cannot hear the heart. I first heard it from a preacher. I forget the...
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