Set the scene: I’m at a Southern Baptist church retreat. 13 years old. 7th grade. Hitting the awkward middle school
Over the past couple years, I’ve written and published two poetry books. I focus on self love a lot, especially
They call me creature, those who come to dig their fingers into my flesh, those whose wanton ways leave me
the first annual neurotypical versus neuroatypical debate a poem for may’s mental health awareness month by alexandria piette