I'm sorry,
I tried to make an...

I know, that I look really rough,
come across as intimidating...

I fear this feeling,
as hard as...

He tells me that my hair is pretty
He says my skin is the color of cappuccino...

The house I live in,
is a dress that's loose...

Even a year and something later, my whole life in...
most days I am mist, somedays I am rain. On rare...

I am sad, and its not
a you can hug me till I feel better sad...

All your favorite writers did it,
turned their heart into something tangible...

Thought I had healed,
thought I was...

It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...

'And how do you cope
with being so far away...

Maybe, it was because of
the insults of my mother...