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poems and blah blah blah

poems
  • prison

    no one is illegal on stolen land

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical
    1 min read
  • I love her

    My love for her

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Pick and scratch

    My skin is imperfect

    • Poetry
    • Literature · Dramatic
    1 min read
  • Hands
    • Poetry
    • Realistic · Literature
    1 min read
  • Counting

    It’s not that good but I like the concept so whatever

    • Poetry
    • Lyrical · Dramatic
    2 min read


The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening