Contained scattered throughout these pages are poems of various emotions, bottled and fermented against my better judgement. Some aged like wine, and others like milk. At some point, we have all felt love, joy, hate and sorrow. But if you have ever been made to feel like your feelings did not matter, or that silence was your only option, I invite you to feel them now as you read. We are not alone, and we will no longer be silenced.