My Poetry

Happiness is learning to appreciate what you have.We are here to make other peoples lives better. That is the purpose of life.

If it is not enough that I am judged by the colour of my skin by being Black, I am judged by my gender by being a girl as well. The first...

There are so many poems promoting anti-ana, anti-mia thoughts, telling every girl to love their curves no matter what they see in the...

Dear Ana and all of you out there the girls and boys tend to call their friends but not seing that you are voices dressed as monsters...

Who are they to judge us? Who are they to tell us we are not beautiful? Who are they to call us too thin or too fat? Who are they to...

My hands covered in the colours of the red-orange sky, beautiful and full of light, something falling down on my thigh, as the rays of...

I wish I wasn´t filled with these thoughts all the time. The thoughts which constantly go from hating myself to not minding what I look...

Time is killing us every day, but we seem like we don´t care. Why should we anyway? We are rare. We are never gonna die as the time...

Hey little fighter, don´t you cry, they are not worth your happiness, cuts and fake smiles. Put down the razer, throw it away, tomorrow...