i want to sit in the art room
where no one thinks to check on me
i want to sit in the art room where no one dares to enter
without knowing what they are going to say
and say quietly
i want to sit... Read More →
When I was small,
Around preschool,
I was called
Anusha.
For some reason,
One that I still do not understand,
My mother and father decided
To change my name. Read More →
Beautiful maple trees.
Little flowers brush against my knees.
The sun is shining bright as an LED light,
And fluffy clouds are in sight.
My raven-black hair billows in the wind,
The strands of ... Read More →
Acting silly, having fun,
Being someone I’m truly not.
The sun is saying goodbye,
The sky is putting on a show—
Daffodil yellow, sky blue,
And pink the shade of flamingo feathers. Read More →