I Want To Look Back. To Look

They Were Like Two Magnets Who Couldn't Decide Whether To Attract Or Repel.

Because When You're Posed, You Know Someone's Watching. You Put On Your Very Best Smile. You Let Your Sweetest Personality Shine.

A Lot Of Authors See Their Book Being Banned Or Challenged As A Badge Of Honor. But For Me, It's Nothing But Frustrating And Upsetting. I Hear From Readers That My Work Encouraged Them To Ask For Help Or Reach Out To Someone About The Situation They're In. When You Hear Stories Like That On A Daily Basis And Then Hear Adults Call For Your Work To Be Banned, It's Proof Of Why The Stigma Around These Issues Is So Dangerous.

I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

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.