A way of expression,
A method of destruction,
A powerful shield,
A mighty weapon,
A piece of art,
An escapism...
No matter what you call it,
Poetry is beautiful.
Keep at it, young poet-
I believe in you.
Leaving this in the notes because I have nowhere else to put it.
My mother has been slowly blocking every social connection I have from my phone, so the only way I have of sharing my experiences as of now is through this website. I don't know what I'll do if this is taken from me.
Side note- my parents are very transphobic, so that's why I've had everything blocked. Once I came out as trans, my mother took matters into her own hands to try and stop me from being trans (or something..) I hope that, given the current circumstances, you can be patient with my lack of posting. Thank you for reading; it means a lot to me.
