The heart of my childhood still achesDecades later I’m reminded of my griefIt rests somewhere deepIn what could be the essence of my soulIt lays dormant until I’m confronted by... Read More »
I’ve come to the understandingThat my mother and I are two different peopleWe’re cut from different clothOur brain chemistry is made up of opposing stardust I’ve agreed to harmful validation,Just to... Read More »