I stand under the glaring summer sun and feel my lungs dry and my head melt
Selling juice boxes to passers-by in silver-sequinned skirts
They have air-conditioned houses to go back to
My bright smile strains my cheeks and grinds my teeth
My honey-sweet voice is cloying to my ears
Their smiles glare white-hot down over me
I long for the rain
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Finding My Redemption
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
