
Comparison is a Thief [POETRY]
You should never compare yourself to others because your journey is your own. You don’t have to have friends come with you. You can make

You should never compare yourself to others because your journey is your own. You don’t have to have friends come with you. You can make

I am a child I know I am My skin is wrinkled Warped The shoddy sewing evident As the withered yarn barely holds me

Dear Atlanta, I love the way you move I love the way you change and adapt I love the way you are accepting of all

Bloodstain blood disobeys All else can be cleaned, vacuumed, or swept away, but Blood stays It stains the skin of our children And they

In the shade of what’s good and right slain by the beast, I have learned to crawl. My books, they’ve been snatched from my

Content Warning: This poem contains discussion of self harm, suicide, and mental health challenges, which may be distressing or triggering for some readers. VOX ATL

Stolen land, stolen labor, unreturned favors Like flies they swarm, like maggots they feed, But we are all people, bold and brave – beautiful and

To burn I wrote this poem to burn — for the heavens to taste take my soul, a light — a match — and scatter

Hi, My Name is Reagan Hudson, and I love to eat I know I’m pretty small Six point two nine inches tall So while I

Dear forgotten friend My heart is a foreign creature to me sometimes It has a memory separate from mine Inside the bloody veins of the

My chest Feels carved My heartBeatingSo far off Stolen by someAttempted love All that remainsResemblesYour nails DivotsMy mindLoves toRevisit For theTextureOf yourGripWarmsMe Returns me For nowI

To Atlantis from Atlanta A couple letters away from here Lies a city When we are at our most beautiful, I imagine it — the waves crashing down