My name is Connor. I'm eighteen, and I don't write for drama class prompts anymore beyond quiet rants. I like sweet things, the indie rock station on Spotify, and cats. |
A bump on my lip
just to the left...
Being part of the conversation is fun sometimes -
experiencing firsthand the bad jokes...
I've missed breathing
The feel of air in my lungs...
I feel like a bird with two sets of wings.
One set is mine, my own...
I am woman.
I am one of the members of our species...
Writing poetry at 4am. Not again. |