The cord wrapped around my finger, Stretched out on the kitchen floor, That’s how it used to be done. Communication between two people.   Now, we Tweet, Face, Snap, Chat, and Text. In groups of three or more, a conversation so big The message is…

You see my mouth … Funny little smiles, Between each word. My friendly nature … Or hiding the fear, The sadness.   I look into your eyes… Dark brown; Skin light brown. You find beauty… In my white skin, Like fresh snow. You tell me…

I get asked all the time, “Why are you so quiet?” At parties, I walk around and listen, unsure of when to join a conversation or, worse, when to let go and walk away. I have taught myself strategies, ways to get along. Those I…