You words tell of hurt and loss
But the way you write is so much more.

You fill hello poetry with your thoughts and concerns
You open up and leave yourself raw

Your writing is quite beautiful,
Never the same, never cliche, you write what's real to you

So I want to take this time to appreciate your words.
with a few words of mine as I try to sum up how awesome you and your poetry is.

In your poem Backwards I thought it was really clever how the story is told from the bottom. I hope you realise that you don't need to be fixed you are you, you are real and that should be good enough for everybody else.

In your poem Beyond Repair I love the short simple lines that make it all the more meaningful and I like how I think I can relate to how you were feeling when writing this.

To sum it all up you really bring colour to hello poetry with your poems and I hope you keep writing and that I will see you get better and better.

Behind tinted windows we all have battles that rage
Its only what's on the surface we
can see

There's the girl you called a **** for being pregnant
There's the boy you made fun of for crying
There's the girl you shoved in the halls
The boy you called lame
The boy you beat up for kissing another boy

Behind tinted windows we all have battle that rage
Its only what's on the surface we can see

She was *****
His mother is dying
She's already being abused at home
He has to work nights to support his family
That's his only reason to live

Behind tinted windows we all have battles that rage
Its only what's on the surface we can see

Her sweatpants and hoody provoked him
Cancer is a *****
Her father is a drunk
His father is in a wheelchair and can't work
His family told him they'd rather him dead than gay

Behind tinted windows we all have battles that rage
It's only what's deep inside we can't see

The boy sees the same screams as the hospital
His parents paint the walls with pain and regrets
You see the rest of the family are looking down
At the boy who ****** it all up
The oldest son says
“We should leave him somewhere, like the zoo”
“He is broken isn't he?”

The mother takes him to the park
So the bruises will be drowned
By laughter and the grains of sand
The sun gives false hope to the mother
Stretching it’s tentacles
Feeling happiness on her checks
Hope that the boy could get fixed
Because autism makes him broken right

But the mother snaps back
like the hats that hides her tears
Because she knows
What Daddy does at night.
Daddy baptizing his liver with poison
So he can lose the feeling
of missing his kids while he is working
30,40,50
The hours keep climbing
Like his temper with mother.
Another night of children
Hiding their heads under pillows.

I'm just an American girl
With a North Carolina soul
A Greek spirit
Two Egyptian eyes
A Tennessee heart
Spanish lips
A Southern body
An Italian attitude
A Washington mind
Three beautiful children
A Texas love
A little New York social skills
And a California childhood