Finding My Voice

I bleed for the page Cut myself open spill the ink from my veins Pour my heart out trying to release my own chains But the feeling remains Im trapped in a cage I like to tell a story or I have nothing to say You get a glimpse of who I am but I'm … Continue reading Finding My Voice

Never Had A Voice

     My father asks me if I’m okay. I smile and say yes. Bus driver asks me if I’m okay. I smile and say yes. Math teacher asks me if I’m okay seeing as how my brother died the day before. I say yes. He persists a little more asking if I want to … Continue reading Never Had A Voice