Sometimes I worry too much about what other people think, especially, it seems, when it comes to my writing. I should have the freedom to write what I want, and to relish in and enjoy that freedom.
I need to remember I don’t always have to write young adult stuff, I can write adult stuff, too. I am an observer of all things, a speaker of truth, an eavesdropper on conversations, a person who writes poetry about the uncomfortable moments of life and the emotions behind them. I am writer. I can write all things. Anywho, on a kind of unrelated note, a new poem:
Women do magic
young men blush
breathe sad, broken smiles
and listen their liquid eyes naked