By Endya “Sage” Goliday
Cracks
For you to see the cracks and
still call me beautiful
makes me want to kiss
every scar on your body.
Allow me to learn each one.
Wall Writing
I write the walls
because I do
not know how
to live in them
or between.
Scorched
Time and time again
I have been told not to
hold my heart inside my head.
For it only works
to somehow come
to rest on my tongue.
Words I must spit out,
too hot to hold in.
Endya “Sage” Goliday is a writer interested in expressing the underbelly of emotion. She was born and raised in Saint Louis, Missouri. She teaches College Composition at Saint Louis Community College.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 