I have a little sister – she’s eleven. She’s not really my sister, but, you know how these things are. Stepsister, half-sister, it all merges into one. We don’t share the same mother or father, but I love her as if we did. She’s darker than me, and her hair is black as coal. I tell her she looks beautiful, but she hates it. Jase, why can’t I be blonde? she asks. Why do you want to be blonde? I say. You’re perfect, in ever...
I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even belong in here. Lying here, on the stone cold floors in my tiny cell, hearing nothing but thoughts going over and over again made me feel so powerless. Every time I thought about being in here, I have this sorrow feeling begin to swell up inside me. “Come on hurry up! Just do it, they’ll never know it was you.” Carter, my best friend, said with eagerness. I hesitated at first, but what...
You crept into my house in the black of the night When my eyes were closed and my guard was down You came to my bed and whispered lies in my ear But I didn’t resist; your voice is soothing to ears that bleed You weren’t invited yet decided to stay Making a space for yourself at the foot of my bed You’d feed me half-truths and rub my belly until I fell asleep Then in the morning scold me for eating too much You kept me ins...
