The world we create on a page cannot exist unless constructed with our hands.
I don't feel alive anymore. Living has felt more like sleep-walking. What if I've been dreaming this whole time?
you gave me a toy doll once. it looked exactly like me. eerie.
For this Black History Month, I have a lot to be thankful for.
You want to be the center of attention. The way you feed into it like it’s this adorable pet you own is sickening. Not understanding that the attention you seek is an enormous dragon wanting to devour everything in its path.
What is history is determined by those who survive it
a poem about self-love