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Liberty Land: the side of the oppressed
A period in a short sentence in an epic novel. A speck of dust on the face of the earth. We are all but nothing in the end. My being, my breathing, my bones and my flesh, as far as I can feel, are all the dots I can connect. And with this ginormous heart, that I didn’t ask for, beating hopes in my chest, I can hear the whispers of despair in other people’s heads. I can see the agony in their gaze. I can feel the pain in their flesh. I can sense the call for help. One day my subconscious met common sense, global awareness, and good…
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Just because she’s a woman
I will talk a big game in person, on social media, or wherever I feel my opinion is needed. But I don’t always bring up politics to this, my sanctuary — where I conduct my own therapy sessions through poetry, retrospective anecdotes, and storytelling. However, there comes a time when it is most necessary. Even after being bullied and harassed for speaking out, once upon a time, I still talk my sh—t on my site when I have to. Real quick backstory on that before I go on with what I wanted to say. Back in 2009-ish I created a poetry blog that quickly evolved into something other ramblings. Twitter…
