Month May 2019

this door do not have a lock you can walk in and make yourself a home

lover was the one who first poured honey into your mouth lover left you and went

my type of feminism is like my mother's she greets my father every evening half way at the door

we would have believed better if growing up

my great grandmother married at eight my grandmother...

if your daughter  comes home running from school...

some of us grew up where every money our parents made were...

this heart is under  maintenance to prevent the process... 

at twenty7 i will be a wild something what is sunshine...

i don't fall in love easily my heart is too daring i am afraid of the sacrifices