A short poem about poetry
Freshly Stale will be about my first teaching job and learning how to teaching.
We’ve all heard it before, whether IRL or in the media. I’m not like other girls. Its a phrase I related to for most of my life. I liked math, I thought space was cool, I didn’t like the color pink, and I thought other girls were just dumb conceited cheerleaders destined to a future … Continue reading Not Like Other Girls
Sometimes I question whether or not I’m actually writing poetry isn’t poetry supposed to be flowery pretty they say show, don’t tell but isn’t showing for painting drawing art at least poetry and art have something in common these days anything can be called art anything can be poetry even bullshit. especially bullshit.
I don’t know what to say except its okay to have an off day