Paperweight Poetry

I am an instrument of love in the continuum of time and space and of feeling and breadth and the beat of the drums in your lungs I am a vessel, a thought, a speck, a soul This is all, and nothing more. -anna sluder

When you underestimate a woman You might as well call a wildfire a flame When you degrade a woman You might as well try to stop a bullet with perfect aim When you call a woman a joke You might as well say that water produces smoke Because no matter what you think about women Red lips sinks ships. -anna sluder