Poems from Questah
What makes someone pretty?
Size 12 or size two,
What would make me pretty to you?
Show more cleavage or even more cheek?
What is so...
Nine months.
I carried you for nine long months.
All the crying, all the screaming.
All the second guessing.
Nine months.
So afraid, and...
Darkness creeps.
The depression is what the medically educated call it.
I call it darkness.
Every day it finds me.
Good days.
Bad days...