Poems from Juanita Andrea
A lot of people wonder why I’m so concerned on listening to people’s problems and respecting people. Well, in the bible, chapter Mark 12:...
I walk into the gymnasium, where the smell of sweat from true dedication engulfs me. With glitter on my face and a sparkle in my eyes, I...
It's times like these when I want to die.
When I want to make a noose out of the abusive words and hang myself with them.I've already been...
In the cellar where my sanity should be, there's chipped stone walls enclosing the life I hadMy smooth skin scratches up against the rigid...