• Her Kind

    Thrutched against the wall
    her weak bones started to break. Oppressed by his muscular hands, marked with thumbprints. Turned and tossed around by his friends
    The sound of her voice thurled through the soft breezethe thumping of their voices were so loud that her cry was useless and barely heard by one... more »

  • Mama Why Am I Here

    Mama your womb
    Mama your fruits
    Mama your care
    Mama your nature... more »