SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
Look at me So even-tempered these days Fearful that my inner peace Might poach my creativity But is that such a blemish If I remain alive To feel the breeze on my skin For another cycle? Creativity need not be born From despair. I eschew that tired narrative. That stereotypical trope. What good are creative... Continue Reading →
Shivering in my strength Where to direct all this power It flails about, confused So mighty yet undirected It has no weight. I am now learning That if I express my voice And others disapprove That doesn’t make me wrong. It makes me impactful. I am allowed to stand In my world, my reality The... Continue Reading →
I am wild, I scream Baring my teeth To the unsuspecting trespassers Turning against the well-meant kindness The innocent mothering Making my stomach roil with repulsion I cannot be controlled Forced, or willed to be A fucking thing I am not As soon as you all stop trying The sooner you learn The better off... Continue Reading →
AMY HORTON 