Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
I rubbed cream into my hands- I felt marginalized before the time to say goodbye descended on me
If I die young, I do not wish for my skin to look shipwrecked