[tabby title="Poem"] She had her smile down low. Dripping black dressing her face. Her cheap wig set aside on the floor And her known body slumped next to it. She was a mess made perfect with makeup, And she was...

[tabby title="Poem"] Freedom was never easy, But she was our only option. For her we wear these scars. They remind us of our youth. When we were stubborn, bold and naive And when life seemed to be awaiting to be...