Poems from Michaela Ann
The Veil has become thinner over the years, but it is still there.
It hurts still.
I want to be confident. I want to be happy. I...
Who can save us?
A starving world,
9 billion strong.
Or rather 9 billion weak.
Bony, worn, and sunken children
Countered by pink slime...
When will I be able to wear shorts to school
Without being harassed, touched, and stared at?
When will I be able to walk at night
Across...