The world corrects me As though I am born immoral Corrupted by the first gasping breath Of Earth’s polluted air The world corrects my looks Like how I am born is not right That I cannot be Unless I conform to the world’s view The world corrects my speech So the words I... Continue Reading →
Silenced
My words stutter And die
Maternal Disappointment
If I wanted a relationship Riddled with ridicule I would still talk To my mother -Kel Dayheart
