Poems from Dessellee
my mother says she doesn't know why I care so much, what people think of me.
isn't this the way you raised me, mother?
"I can't wait...
When my mother first gave me black eyeliner
It had glitter encased within
don't make yourself look like a whore
I was told with all the...
When I hold your hand
My fingers are always tighter
Than yours
I'm starting to wonder
If this leaks into other
Parts of us like
Rainwater...
I know
I am white
You do not have to stare
At me
With your doe eyes
And envy
I know
I am white
I hate this skin
Keeping us apart
This...
If you love him
Waiting will be simultaneously
The easiest and most difficult
Thing in the world
If you love him
Do not tempt him
Do not...