Poetry

to my future daughter: i will never wish for you to be pretty. in my kisses and in my embraces i will forever wish for you to be pretty...

her face is full of acne, her are arms unwaxed. cellulite and stretch marks stain her body, like an ugly spot of black paint on an...

they laugh, they talk: open and free. a head full of ideas and yet, her size is all they seem to see. “like I care” she brushes it of...