This spring breeze

Feels like satin

Upon my skin

Creating peace

From within


But your words

Feel like pins

And swords

Pressed below

My chin



Horrible things

That can ruin a child’s

Innocent pride.


A mother told her child she wished she had an abortion out of anger. So her child felt those words engrave themselves upon her spine like brail.

*Pinterest Photo*


Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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