First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
I recently thought about a traumatic experience in 5th grade when they found a dead body in the cafeteria vent. So I wrote this poem about it. This is like an untold narrative about him. It also sort of is a story of lots of people in my neighborhood. Fortunately, I was a survivor of penury. But, the soul of the story was a victim.
Don't look at me, my face isn't covered in make-up. Don't look at me, my body is bigger than a model's. Don't look at me, my hair is chopped off. Don't look at me, my skin isn't Eurocentric. Don't look at me, my teeth are crooked. I said don't look at me! I'm... I'm… Continue reading Glassy eyes
“Can you state your name and the reason you are here miss?” The doctor asked eyeing me with his pen. “Uh, my name is Luna Stewart. I am here against my will.” I said playing with my lip ring. I am nervous with all of these eyes on me, looking at me like I am… Continue reading Helpless (Snippet 1)
Short, but impactful poem I wrote about gun violence in schools from a child's point of view. It is a sensitive topic, and may provoke some feelings, so if this is a sensitive topic for you, I would recommend not to read.