Biological Blues
So my mother, whether rightfully or unrightfully so, gets the blame for my childhood and adulthood challenges. Well, I had a slap-in-the-face epiphany yesterday when I […]
Wound up from the sound of my wounds It seems my seams are splitting with the spiting, hitting, biting fighting When does it end, I’m a
The first poem I wrote about being 5 years old and wanting to die Read More »
childhood, domestic violence, poem, suicide