This is the kind of love that scares people out of bed. You look at me like I have given you something important, And maybe I have, But this is the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. And I never thought I would find you this young, But I did. I’ve been running and … Continue reading Solitary
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Falling Leaves
My great-grandmother used to tell me, That if you caught a falling leaf Before it touched the ground, You could wish on it. She used to say that fall leaves Were God’s way of sending down his wishes. When I was a kid I would spend hours in the yard Trying to catch as many … Continue reading Falling Leaves
Heritage
My heritage, Femininity and white trash in my bones. Running through my veins, And I’m hiding curves and beer bellies under a black hoodie. They know now, and they’re coming for me, This will never be a fair fight, Them, equipped with ignorance and bliss. And me? Armed only with the knowledge that I tried.
zander foster poetry 