Spoken word poet, artist, and author.
My skin screams. Soul is begging because I honestly thought I could be safe. I thought I could be okay. I was at peace. I want protected.
By Tasia Lorraine6 years ago in Poets
His muffled scream It echos though the gag makes it impossible to comprehend I play with the knife in my hand And watch as his eyes widen
As a child she would sing to her plants Wanting to give them joy and knowing that Her air would nourish them and cause them to