28.
This was the first poem I wrote in my 28th year as I began to reflect on life (or lyfe). The poem was written at two different moments....
And put yourself out there. #27
What I learned from my poetry blog experiment of whatever Love yourself. And put yourself out there. All of it, girl. Because Why not? <3
#26
Pride.
#25
keys wallet phone the only thing i'm missing is my hair tie. and i'm pretty sure i left it on the dance floor. <3
#24
We talk about her braids our boos rent composting what it’s like to move in with people sunglasses double bagging grocery store plastic...
Adulting. #23
It comes in waves Gratitude and Resentment it's a tricky seesaw I'm pretty sure this what people call Adulting. my neck (hurts) my back...
serious face #22
It's hard to be vulnerable. You held my side as we stood at Stonewall West 4th the vigil Orlando. I read of a young couple whose funeral...
basic lyfe encouters. #21
yea- she might like pumpkin spice lattes and own a michael kors bag but you can't hate her for being basic. if you participate in a text...
#20
Silver hair tight on the sides effortlessly flows upward. She notices words. Remembers how others use language. She shares the same name...
#19
Standing on the platform transfer at Bedford-Norstand People look down each direction Anticipating the train. But I don't believe anyone...
