slntstrwbrry

sunflowers

you held me in the same hands that held my sunflowers.
but I was the sun and the flowers stood no chance
at the tightening of your grasp.

drought

a dollar for every day you deceived me?
i’d be rich.

 

slntstrwbrry can be described as raw and direct with themes of femininity, identity development, and growth. Her poetry gives readers a new awareness of emotions that hopefully begins a conversation.