Kiana : Writing

That's my problem.

That's my problem.

A Poem by Kiana


My problem is that I give. I give until I have nothing left, and then when I’m a fraction of myself, I wonder why this is. My problem is t..
Bad 4 U

Bad 4 U

A Poem by Kiana


You’ve got me trapped. Got my body mapped. Hands like sin, when our bodies are skin on skin. You’re an addiction, your love a swe..
Self-love

Self-love

A Poem by Kiana


Self-love; it’s such a concept and there’s no time for this nonsense from society, blabbing on about what size we should be. Open up..
What's left of me.

What's left of me.

A Poem by Kiana


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