I'm Lilac. 15. Nigerian. Loud when I rhyme.
Quieter when I feel things too hard.
I didn't write this to impress you. I wrote it because life's dramatic and so am I.

I cry. I rant. I roll my eyes.
Then I write a poem and pretend I'm fine.

This book isn't a performance.
It's a confession wrapped in rhyme.
If you liked it? Thanks.
If you didn't? Trash it.
Just don't forget to tell her I said hi.