Poems from chelseaturner7
Do not love a man who drinks as if he is invincible (but complains about the hangover);
He knows what a bitch she can be but chooses to...
Peace of Mind is
Sunday morning neo-soul.
Brown skin; Limbs and lips
Puckering to sing.
The smell of a mother's love
Caressing everybody...
Peace of mind is
Lying sandwiched between my parents.
I am half a man with an ego bigger than he is,
And half a woman with a temper...
When I entered middle school it wasn't quite as I had planned
Sure people were 'nice' and everything
But there were unspoken demands
Like...