Poems from mitzian
I shattered like window and glass.My reflection was not what I wanted.Smiling I walked to my class,But I was frail bones and weak minded. ...
I was born a girlOnly able to be skinnyWearing only the color prettyI was born a girlDiscriminated, isolated, and mutedI was born a...
One sound is heard while another is mutedHe who hears is smart, he who listens is wiseWho hears me if I’m secluded? Stories danced and...