My Girl (May Poem)

When I look at her, I don’t see skin and bones; I see blurred lines and grey flecks trying to escape. I see a girl with no idea what the terms ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ entail; and she certainly doesn’t what to find out anytime soon. I see a girl with boundless ideas swirling around her…

My Golden Boy (April Free Choice)

You are a golden boy.   Gold twinkles in your hair. And yet, your eyes flow only shades of blue.   Each darker and heavier than the last.   Your heart no longer radiates love. But instead, a dim light of apathy.   A gold that was once warm and bright is now crushed beneath your feet.  …

Letters to My Oppressor (February Free Choice)

Dear you, I tried to be on your side. I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt but just like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun, and  I crash and burn not because of my own failures, but yours.  I was warned not to go near you, and yet my curiosity…