Poems from macherma

Maybe you fall down sometimes Maybe the voices speak up again Maybe you get lost easily Maybe you don’t have to have everything figured...
These are your hands and This is how you tell the world you’re not all bad These are your wrists, those are your scars, This is your story...
Sometimes it occurs to me That everything I struggle with Is because of you You will never wear a welcome mat As well as the porch steps...
Let me tell you what bullying is Bullying is mean words that get under your skin And the only way to get them out is By tearing open your...
From Your Father: I was not raised to be what you need. I will never love you And I left to spare you that pain. I was never ready to be...