Poems from Ciara G.
I try to explain to my dear “loved ones” that my anorexia isn’t a problem I can simply fix.
It’s a monster that lives within and wraps its...
I am not going to explain the scars on my wrist
Or size of my waist to the ratio of my hips.
I’m not going to apologize for the way my...
Walking down the street alone
gripping onto my keys as a weight
waiting for large hands to take me away
throw me in his car and rape me.
I...
I wish I stilled pulled at the corners of your lips
and when you cried, I didn’t dare pull at your heartstrings.
Sometimes I wonder, if I’...
Note: This was just an assignment for my poetry class. We were told to use Allen's style of writing, so here is my own version of Howl.
I...