The dyslexic poet

I don’t want to be cute or pretty, 
          i wanna be ethereal, gorgeous, angelic,
          something out of this world
          something pure
          something i could never achieve 

FUCK PATRIARCHY
          GIVE ME BACK TO THE EARTH 

I love cranberry juice, it makes me feel like a vampire 

Just because my family doesn’t yell when they fight, doesn’t mean i can’t realize that’s what they’re doing in the other room.

I don’t want to be a new person, i just wanna be a better version of the one i am today.

I love my mom so much y’all 

Poetry’s fun :]

i write not only for myself, but for my mama and the kids who didn’t know how to put words to their thoughts 

YALL WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME I STILL HAD WILBUR APOLOGIST IN MY PROFILE THATS VILE I DO NOT SUPPORT HIM

hullo i miss u