Women are never allowed to speak candidly about the demons that haunt our minds; we tell pretty lies and spin metaphors out of the strands of the truth … we don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable because of the horrors that make us afraid to leave the house at night … I am so sick of comparing myself to a garden, or a temple, when an ashtray of a boy made me feel like nothing that beautiful.” – Grace Napoli I love slam poetry.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 03:15:58 +0000