23 | Queer | Poet | BLM | Cali
This year, Spring came in early February Sun shining, Trees blossoming before their time Even though this probably means
By Maia Stone6 years ago in Poets
She took every step out of the house As a public declaration of something that didn't exist. Every door a closet to emerge from.
It isn't Jamie It isn't Nina It isn't Sara It isn't any of the girls You wanted and couldn't have. It isn't any of the girls
I am letting a new life happen to me. Performing pride In the face of shame Choosing hope In the face of despair. I spent a short lifetime