I cannot walk through the grief for you. I would if I could. I cannot cry the tears that pour like a fountain. I would…
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How much money and greed is worth even one life? Shame on you, politicians for not having the decency and moral conscience to fight for…
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You don’t have to like my politics or my opinions Even my race, gender, social status, mental health That’s fine by me All I ask…
Leave a CommentPrecious heart you don’t fool me Not everyone is good, not everyone is kind Precious heart do not worry your sad little boombox beats Or…
Leave a CommentPlease do not underestimate the fragile girl who has been broken. The grown woman inside has climbed the barbed wire, jagged and cut, bleeding deeply…
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Chasing the Sun Don’t look down at your feet The answers won’t magically appear On some tiny telephone screen with videos buzzing megabytes and wasted…
Leave a CommentSomeday when I leave this place, I hope to be remembered as honest and kind through all the bullshit and blessings. I will miss the…
Leave a CommentHate has no place in the home, on the mean streets, or the man-made war zones. Of this ugly 21st century that is so unkind.…
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A Bag is a Bag, or Not When your fifteen-year-old knock off ‘Balenziaga’ bites the dust, you cry a little. (Canal Street, NYC score, I had…
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She won’t hesitate to call out a bully, misanthrope or liar She will stand tall, pull her shoulders back while sobbing, heaving hysterical for the…
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