Sun

In my attic I keep my heart. 
I hold it there, safe amidst pillows, blankets and childhood stuffed animals. 
When I make things, I break off a piece of my heart, 
and sew it into pillows, 

Broken women 

In 1943 the first version of equal right was introduced. 

This gave women a lot more freedom. 

Now everyone especially men think we are treated fairly.  

i see things that no human ever should:

the intricate coding of life

an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another

a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.

i am a poet

(I will refer to s*x as dg in this Opinion writing, aka the gender the doctor pronounced you. This will also be mostly unedited, because this is just me blurting my thoughts onto a document to share.)

Colors 

 
A poem by Sunfawn, written for writerfromva 

Once upon a time, 
Quite a few years ago,