Kenna Wofford

Joined February 2021

3 stories

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This is really just my venting space to say the things I can't to the people around me.

If you're here, thank you for being here.

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to the me i was before
To the me I was before, I miss you, and I hope you're doing well, living happily in my memories and maybe the memories of a few others.
By Kenna Wofford4 years ago in Confessions
Red-Headed Stepchild
To clarify, I was not a natural red-headed stepchild. That's not poetry, that's just a clarification; box dye is cheap for a preteen and the only real sense of radical self-expression one could hope for without a job or legality to get tattoos.
By Kenna Wofford4 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Invisible
To start us off, I don't expect you to see this. Of course the hope is there, against all odds. I hope that you might. That someone-- anyone-- might.
By Kenna Wofford5 years ago in Poets