Walking Bones – a poem
How can people do that? How can they walk right pass you And don’t speak? Even when I say hello, how’re you doing? They just look at me Am I a ghost or in some form of Invisibility? I know I may not mean nothing to you But if I A simple girl Have the […]
What Writing Mean to Me
Every time someone asks me this question “What does writing mean to you?” I always say freedom. I can’t help but to say freedom. In our world today we are sometimes oppressed to give our opinions or forced into a bubble where we have to accept the every day norm and be like everyone else. […]
