Poems from Becca StRamm
There is little that is right about me
My thighs like each other too much to put a gap between them
My head is too scared of the sky to...
"You are beautiful."
So I whispered to myself, "No one sees."
So I whispered to myself, "Would it even matter?"
"Give it a chance."
So I...
I have never been able
to trust my mouth
to repeat what I tell it to say,
so the words fell from my mouth
to my hands,
the scratch,
the...
I've got a secret
that I keep to myself,
it burns when I see you,
and cries when I don't,
Oh, baby, I got a secret
I wonder what you're...
A man walked beside
With a paper of news
“Your pardon I beg,
I am a traveling Jew
And I know it’s silly of me
And I know I shouldn't ask...