This poem is about some of the the problems plaguing our society, If a great change is ever going to occur, it's going to start with us standing up and never surrendering defeat.

These aren't poems but declarations of the beauty of "her". In the age of ones beauty being stolen from them and claimed as their own it's harder for "her" to stand out of the crowd. "He" kisses her scars which were once wounds. Skin pierced by the bullets that begun as words. "He" watches her bleed the blood of shame - the shame being the existence of herself. "He" stands by "Her" and whispered never ending words to uplift "Her", an ethereal gem

𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 :)

A book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.