A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly
A café and a coffee, a grace moment to think,
to pray and toe-tap to piped in jazz,
to stare at an old black and white classic on the muted set, and… 96 more words
6 days, 15 hours
I look through my own grid, and I’m not sure how to see any differently.
I know just how you feel!–well, not really. I can imagine walking in your shoes, but truth is, I don’t. 111 more words
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We are the wounded.
We are the ones whose histories have been rewritten,
critiqued and re-configured,
pushed through the grids of others—
those who think they only see clearly, 71 more words
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