A way of expression, A method of destruction, A powerful shield, A mighty weapon, A piece of art, An escapism...
No matter what you call it, Poetry is beautiful. Keep at it, young poet- I believe in you.
Leaving this in the notes because I have nowhere else to put it. My mother has been slowly blocking every social connection I have from my phone, so the only way I have of sharing my experiences as of now is through this website. I don't know what I'll do if this is taken from me.
Side note- my parents are very transphobic, so that's why I've had everything blocked. Once I came out as trans, my mother took matters into her own hands to try and stop me from being trans (or something..) I hope that, given the current circumstances, you can be patient with my lack of posting. Thank you for reading; it means a lot to me.