no one
raised me
but myself .
often i hear ,
"those eyes are so tired ."
from searching
for
parents
that never existed .
"that voice is so soft ."
from comforting
those
meant
to comfort me .
"your body is so nimble ."
from carrying
the weight
of everyone else .
"but that aggression
looks so misplaced ."
yes
that was the
one thing
they cared to teach me.
BINABASA MO ANG
POETRY -- xx, jay
Poetrythis is basically going to be a collection of poems that i think of and then write down on here. i hope you like it lmao keep in mind im a young writer so if my poetry doesn't match the criteria of Emily Dickinson or Edgar Allan Poe, im sorry but ge...
