Poems from uhimcoping
My mother always said she liked that dress.
She said I looked pretty in pink.
I don’t really like pink,
Or dresses,
Or hair,
Or my smile,...
I hate the way my mother looks at me.
The look of the “least favorite daughter.”
Most little girls feared monsters under the bed, while I...
Because you never learned how to love, I had to grow up believing you never loved me.
And maybe you did love me and had a terrible way of...
I stopped smiling because I didn’t want my face to look anything but thin.
I stopped laughing because he told me all I was, was annoying...
There’s this saying: Every seven years, every cell in your body is replaced.
In three years I will have a body that was never touched by...