Poems from survivalofthedreamer
Honestly, I will create myself in an infinite amount of ways. By the time you think you understand me, I'll be in the ocean while you're scouring a lake.
Praise—
Hosanna—
Hallelujah—
For the spine that never healed
and the legs that never crossed.
The hands that never hit
and the ears that...
If you’re not an athlete, you don’t understand “the grind.”
You don’t understand the clanks in the weight room:
it’s not...
The dirty South gets drunk on nights.
Are we only made of sweet tea, shoot outs,
and bar fights?
She slumps to the ground and
hits the...