KJ Eastwick
Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Sadness
I know a child
Not yet a teenager
Of life she has seen plenty.
I wish that it was fun and fairies
Frollicking fancies out on prairies.
Alas
As I look into her eyes
Past aging makeup on her face
I see a child who’s seen too much
Who knows nothing except
Feeling unsafe
Interventions
