A Week Went By And Nothing. But

Teens In The '90s Had The Same Basic Desires As They Do Now.

Whenever I'm Out Late She Makes A Sandwich For My School Lunch. I Always Protest And Tell Her Not To, Saying I'll Make My Own When I Get Home. But She Likes It. She Says It Reminds Her Of When I Was Younger And Needed Her.

The Road To Publication Is Like A Churro - Long And Bumpy, But Sweet.

Because It May Seem Like A Small Role Now, But It Matters. In The End, Everything Matters.

You Told Me I Wrote That Poem Because I Was Afraid Of Dealing With Myself. And I Used My Mom As An Excuse, Accusing Her Of Not Appreciating Or Accepting Me, When I Should Have Been Saying Those Words Into A Mirror.