unexpressed creativity

Frankie
17
Italian
Single
Senior
Just a kid trying to be successful in a city thats not.

One Day »

spokenwordpoetry:

I imagine that we will write love letter to each other in moments of absences.

Letters of insane lengths.

Pages filled with professions of joy.

With secrets that once filled the crisp night air

that one night we lay down to watch the stars.

Pages where metaphors of my eyes…

Her »

spokenwordpoetry:

Who knew that stereotypes would live in us?

Like a poison.. Creeping..

Creeping into children’s heads on the playgrounds.

She was always the last picked for dodgeball,

She was..

Last to get her paper back to her in class

She is..

The black girl

The yellow girl

The red girl…

We teach our…