Trapped in this complexion. Trapped under a label. That the white man has put me…

It’s raining. It’s always raining, Never hard enough for enjoyment. Just the Just the type…

I hate dandelions. Well one in particular. It grows in a little alley a block…

The moment looks straight over me through its reflected black camera lense, Black and white…

Blackness seeping into the dark crooks of the basement. the voices above me confined, secretive,…

Hundreds of books tower over my head, and I want to scream. Why can’t I…

They say you should tell stories to the moon, that she will watch from her…

The bird flies fast, Swiftly soaring over the snow bristled pines. He spots something, Scooping…