Poems from imstarro
My body was meant to be more than a disaster.
Men named it a blessed temple,
barged in and made it but dust.
They signed there names on...
Branding me a pretty face would be foolish,
as I am a hurricane, a wildfire, an eruption of power
and the capability
of destruction.
My...
Love of my life,
forgive my selfish actions.
Forgive my silent suicide,
killing myself for your revivals.
Slitting my throat with self-...
I would imagine that
if the skies opened up,
and the eyes of creation peered down over me
should her hands touch my soul
and declare a...
I was raised to believe that I am one of the lucky ones.
Children in other countries are given limited resources.
They cry, they freeze,...