i sat with my mother narrating to her – a story i told her that some people are meant to not live in homes they take refuge on streets and one day they die. Continue reading
Category: fragments
there is no bias mixed in this poetry. this is the most real you’ll hear from me. i hope you get to live it – like i did. i sat with him when he came back home with lights dim like i like – and my sister by my side, whose snide remarks dug holes in my heart i continued he’s the same man … Continue reading
i heard everyone talk about him some say he’s hardworking and others say he is rude some say he isn’t expressive i honestly think he is a fool but out of all the judgements i have heard of and will sip on i know for sure, we know none about him and will never soon, Continue reading