Don’t let the praise

Get to your head,

It’ll inflate

Trying to make space

For the ego

The result?


Whats left?



Year: Two Thousand and Something.

You were right mom,

Girls are not scary

But fortunately

Or unfortunately,

Some of them

Do bite.




Passionate about writing

Rhythm and rhymes,

Alliteration and assonance

Until given restrictions,

These assignments,

Deny me the art.



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