You can't build a home
Out of broken walls
Praying for flowers
To grow from the cracks
Roots will be rotten
At the dining room table
Because your tears are too salty
To keep them alive.
Mother, I ask you
How will we thrive?
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
