It must have been some
type of witch craft, some...

The teacher will know you are brilliant before...
she won't say it to your face but you will hear...

I haven't told you,
that it hurts yet...

You not wanting me
might have bruised my ego...

You were never
a man, and we...

My life was a mess..
No,hope,No Love...

September is confusing.
some say that...

I often feel like
I can't read her...

I think it is kind of funny
how people conceptualize...

This is what I want the audience of this poem to...
1. I’ve cried more in the past month that i’ve...

He tells me that my hair is pretty
He says my skin is the color of cappuccino...

ironically, its the days that the city looks at me...
like I owe it money that I like myself the most...