Most girls want a prince to be a princess, I’m a queen who needs a king. Most girls want to learn how to use makeup, I want to learn how to use complex machines. Most girls want to be pretty. I...

I like to read, It’s as simple as that, Some people even say That I’m good at that. The words curve and shape Like never before I transform with them In all their galore. Books are out keepers...

The words glide off the page, The letters curving in ways I didn’t think possible. Is it possible to have Such wonderful things at the Tips of your fingers? The words glide off the page And into...

Insecurities are only in your head Insecurities are lies Insecurities will make you doubt yourself We always think about appearances and hope people like us “Will they like my clothes and...

  From the day she was born her brain was ticking  Itching with the desire to be more Do more, see more, think more, hear more From the first moment a book was placed in front of her She...

  I don't know what to do. I’m alone with hundreds around me, my Mask, my facade. The weight of a thousand stars pulls me down. This mask, so clever, no one else can see it, not as clearly...

  What does it mean to be a girl in society?  To live in a man's world being scolded for sitting slantingly To see countless ads screaming at her to lose the weight  Or telling her to gain it...

  Take care of yourself, Don’t overwork, Take care of yourself, Eat well, You’re a wise owl, A blessing bird. Time flies by really fast To know that it was 4 years ago When...

  Swimmers have style. You wouldn’t think it, but we do.    All the best swimmers have a swagger a sass a sense of confidence. We have to.    When we wait...

I look over the prairie, Yet shocked at what I see, There is nothing in sight, in less it’s imaginary. No animals to watch carefree. No flowers to smell.   The beautiful fields...

Katrina let her thoughts control her, drag her down to the depths of an ocean swarming with insecurities and issues. She let the torrents drown out the gleeful chatter of Delana, her best friend. Images...

She’s bloody He’s dead She’s running Shards of glass in her head Lights flashing Cop cars dashing  Pain running through her skull He’s cold, he numb he’s gone Her hearing...