The Story Behind The Name (In the form of a Poem)

There was a reason I called this blog Public Whispers, and will be the reason I name my collection, if I ever do one, that same name. This is it: '99, 4 Years old, a little boy With tight curls on his head Moved town. A boy taught to act in silence Or to act … Continue reading The Story Behind The Name (In the form of a Poem)