Writing things down…
I refuse to change who I am. It took me a long time to understand what that really means. When I say I won’t change, I don’t mean I won’t make room for love.
By Latisha Fairfull5 days ago in Poets
When you look into my eyes, do you see your reflection? When you stare at a mirror, is it man-made perception? Have you felt sorrow not for yourself?
By Latisha Fairfull7 days ago in Poets
Have you heard of the game chameleon? I fear I play it far too well. Skilled to pretend i’m something i’m not. I am
By Latisha Fairfull21 days ago in Poets
This morning I woke up, And I did just simply that. The sun was bright, the air was warm, So I put on my hat. - I walked out to the garden,
By Latisha Fairfull26 days ago in Poets
quiet morning air, small dreams curled into soft fur, velvet warmth and purrs.
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
When I turned seventeen I thought I knew it all. I danced, I laughed, I knew my truths, I stood up firm and tall. - But when I reached nineteen, I learnt I didn’t know so much,
By Latisha Fairfullabout a month ago in Poets
Attention, all citizens - remain alert, remain sure. We’re in the midst of a devastating, ongoing, silent war. In this conflict of networks, signals and blue-light glare,
You fumbled in the darkness, a place where others lived in light. You foraged days for warmth, embedding through the night.
The world now walks the path that you laid, But still, you steal, you lie, you trade. - Your hands have held every desire,
Painted smile, ironed clothes, Brain runs wild - no one knows. Another day, another mess, Another night - compounding stress
