Poems from earth2caitie
I hold a crayon in my small hand
Scribble a scribble that’s more than a scribble.
In my eyes it’s a pegasus that flies
Up into the clouds...
How do you measure worth?
There was a girl
who decided
that the width of her hips
and the girth of her stomach
determined her worth...
If life is a book,
then in every cranny and every nook,
a heart is steadily beating,
a soul is continually searching
for its place on a...