we'd scream and rebel as blood flooded our minds and young girls would hide in shame as reality seethed from their cores. bitumen memorised grief and the buildings that protrude these city streets recorded every secret desecrated through shameful whispers....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As I child I would not sleep Till I was able to complete The painstaking nightly task Building a fortress around my bed Teddy bears and dolls stand guard Against monsters and trolls Now I'm grown but...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] When I was small I forced myself to grow up To be able To survive the grown ups A child’s dreams and visions Perspectives and views All thrown away Because grown ups like things their own way...