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It started in seventh grade; Glossed over the foundation. Picture changed from clear to grain, Anxious in anticipation. My name once held a certain caché, Despite my reservations. But I threw it all away For the comfort in isolation. Now … Continue reading
How you treat others Is a direct reflection Of how you feel About yourself. I am that I am. And you are who you are. So let’s build each other up Instead of tearing one another apart.
Faded photographs, Crumpled up in my top drawer. They keep me up at night, Speak volumes of all that we’ve endured. They’ve led us to this moment in time. It all happens so fast; In the blink of an eye, … Continue reading
Children are inventive. As a kid, what deterred me from my lofty dreams of becoming a doctor were hastily quashed by the thought of having to deliver patients’ newborns by pulling babies out of their throats. But if you had explained to me … Continue reading
You swallowed up such a big piece of my history, And now I don’t know if I’m meant to be unhappy For eternity. Maybe in due time, the stars will align And I’ll have my chance to shine. But until … Continue reading