Jeanne E

poem by Jeanne E

I must be slow to anger I must control myself My flesh screams otherwise My flesh wants to rage What happened to my spirit? What happened to it's voice? Breaking into absence As if it never existed The more I stay The mor... Read more

poem by Jeanne E

It feels good to move It feels good to be me I love the way I look I love the way I am For only I can be me Beautifully unique I see those around me I see others I see peers A wave of envy flows within It grows immensel... Read more