Soy Milk and Raw Honey

Since a young age, writing in a journal has been my outlet, my resolve, and like a best friend poetry has been scattered among the pages. From the tragic loss of my mother at the age of 8 years old and (almost never ending) heartbreaks to euphoric love experiences and consciousness, my poetry has no particular order of operation- just words chronicling moments of life with a rhythm. Finally taking everyone's word for it, I've compiled my best pieces into these 30-some odd pages for you to journey through and enjoy.