maelynslavik

(ywp is like the sunrise)

washed in watercolor above the sleeping world

enchantingly illuminatory

& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay

close attention, it never really ends

Young Writers Project has helped me discover myself and learn more about what it means to be a person.

Tell me, am I not the only one who is sick of these damn old men deciding what women are going to do with their bodies?

Ode to those that make life into gold 

that bring us some sparkle as we grow old 

Ode to the places, friends, and small things 

to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring