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Victim 27

I suffer silently for my child I have battled mental illness in my child And when a child refuses treatment Where am I to turn I suffer, my child suffers Endless counselors They tried so hard School administrators didn’t know what to do I had the sheriff’s number in my phone I yelled for help,… Read More ›

The Awful Grace of God

Originally posted on The Bully Pulpit:
“In this difficult day, in this difficult time for the United States, it is perhaps well to ask what kind of a nation we are and what direction we want to move in… My favorite poet was Aeschylus. He once wrote: Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget…

Jazzy Girl

I am a jazzy girl who feels like a speedy turtle I wonder what it would feel like to be a speedy turtle I hear a turtle flying around my bed at night I see myself playing in the Jazz Jubilee I want to be a speedy turtle with my friend, Taylor James I am… Read More ›

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m… Read More ›

Seen at INEFFABLEMRJONES

I have come here on my own Without a map Without directions. I wandered in the wilderness, aimless and alone. I tripped and I stumbled Made many mistakes on this road. This journey has been arduous. Moreover, it is not done! I am still walking and I am doing it on my own. I have… Read More ›

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could … To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was… Read More ›

Brown Penny, by William Butler Yeats

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’ And then, ‘I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. ‘Go and love, go and love, young man, … If the lady be young and fair.’ Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair…. Read More ›

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p.s. I write, not to be read, but for the pleasure of writing.

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