Poems from Megan Collins
She is wounded Beaten and Bruised Taken and Crushed Physically damaged But they don't get itThey don't understandWhy does she hides it...
Black is her uniformShe is unrecognizable In another colorShe used to wear the color of innocenceAn exquisite rose, a gentile pink Now she...
I live in a cage with small little spaces to reach my hands out of to graspfor something that I will never reachCould they have all been...
Why does she stare at me like that? What does she, what do they, expect from me?I am nothing, only one of many, I matter only nowNow when...
I can't tell anymore,When they ask if I'm okay,I don't know Am I? I painted this picture Black And now they are trying to peel off the...