Anna : Writing

To the Boy Who Had the Nerve to Call Me Manly

To the Boy Who Had the Nerve to Call Me Manly

A Poem by Anna


To the boy who had the nerve to call me manly... If my muscular arms and my thunder thigh legs offend you I'm sorry But then again I'm not becau..
An open letter to whoever did you wrong

An open letter to whoever did you wrong

A Poem by Anna


Friends come and go. We all have these feelings.. but in the end the heart craves happiness more than it craves revenge.
Small

Small

A Poem by Anna


Being small has never been a problem to meI just live each day as if I am not different at allBut the mocking of my size aches meWhen someone reminds ..
Fall

Fall

A Poem by Anna


Fall to me is like the relative that you love, but hate to seeThe cold- crisp breeze creeps on usThrough our windows while we sleepThe smells of cinna..