Slam Poetry

Slam: Divide

Today I am afraid. I am afraid because the nighttime finally looks scary like the book from when I was small I am afraid because my free spirit has been chained by steel barrels and firecracker sounds Only those aren't firecrackers and now I can't breathe because what I thought was a toy is actually… Continue reading Slam: Divide

Slam Poetry

Slam: Apple Juice

I didn't have plans to post today but this poem has been banging around in my head all afternoon so I finally decided to get it out. I oftentimes feel like your twenties are such an awkward age because you're old enough to have it all together, yet too young to know how. It seems… Continue reading Slam: Apple Juice