poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The Passion,For existence,For the colours that make up my boneS,My loud screaming hair, my nails, my fierce shapely legs,and Oh how I Dance, how I throw myself into movement,My body launching from position to action,Kicks, screams, and I weepI am a Princess,With the eyes of lakes,Residing in them dragons and phoenixes; rising from the ash […]