Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I have written a million poems about my body. How she couldn’t stay in her lane, fit in her assigned container, listen to directions. How she never did what was expected, lived in the fray, wandered endlessly from ship to ship.
a young girl watches her mother faint from lack of food not because the fridge is empty but because her mother chooses to leave her belly so and in two years time this girl will exercise in her room and stop eating breakfast and lunch because she is disgusted at Read more