There was never another time where i felt
uncomfortable
in my own skin.
it was only the moments
where i am
touched,
stared at,
or even when another person shows a high amount of disrespect
just by with the words they let
flow from their mouths
and let them spill
on the floor.
i know my body is art
-please respect it.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the soul
Poetryi've written poetry for awhile and i always wanted to share it, so here it is. [Poems inspired by the ones who hurt me, the ones who i've loved, the friend who broke me, and the ones stood beside me through whatever.] thank you to the ones i've love...
