Left Out

We go to recess and games begin. I can't join that group, they have an even number. I can't play over there, I'm not fast enough. I sit at recess at watch them play games. That young girl didn't know what to say how to be included or who to talk to She kept quiet, …

A Poem to Women

My heart cries out to the women afraid to be women they don't claim their power certain the sword will slice them Or they hide their truth because it's easier because it would upset because then they'd have to explain it Or they put on a mask of a man, or another not willing to …