Emergence

By Mac Guerreiro It feels like taking my first breath all over again, But lasting so much longer than before, Eye can feel the trust and strength rise, It fills my core, This fire, When was the last time it burned this way? Eye can’t recall, And even though there is deep pain, There’s also …

Stinging

By Mac Guerreiro Eye feel rejected. Eye presented the choices, eye knew the answer could very well be the one eye desired least and eye thought eye prepared myself for that. However, when the choice was made, eye still felt rejected. Perhaps it’s the fact that eye should have payed better attention earlier today, should …

Speaking Up

By Mac Guerreiro Eye’m too nice. Ever since childhood it was beaten into me that eye’m to be nice. No matter what is happening, good girls are always nice. The trouble with that lies in the fact that eye am now nice even when eye feel wronged, even when eye’m being preyed upon, even when …