29/F/South Africa    Words became a substitute of my pain. I learned to take a step when my feet was trembling and growth followed. I am Hope and …

M/Bottom of the Jar    It’s late I must sleep but my soul speaks “Just one more rhyme” and so I rest now because of this line www.instagram.com/my_dear_poet www.tiktok.com/@my_dear_poet

122/Non-binary/Death's Door    Truly just writing for myself, whether it's a messy (or not-so-messy) poem or just a "diary" entry. This is where I come to release my …

20/F/FL    im here i guess