Raised in Sacramento, California, I found solace in writing short poems amidst the chaos of my surroundings. With few friends during adolescence, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery after high school, delving into life experiences and literature bey 4 followers / 439 words
Heavy is the hand that holds the cleaver. Heavy is the hand owned by the weaver. Heavy is the hand, which dictates each sway. Heavy is the hand that leads the way.