Living in the Midwest Was kind of like Having thanksgiving all year around, Casseroles at every funeral, reunion, celebration and/or solemnization, As they stand one and the same Grim faces in the wedding party and Parents trying to live vicariously through Children who don’t know any better Than to follow footsteps And to embrace their …
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Shame, a poem.
Colonialism Runs through my veins Paints my skin White It makes me so angry That it took me So long to see I was blind. But I see it now, I’m a moth Drawn to Light. Tired Of the wrong I want to make it Right. My ancestors Didn’t know The difference Between Love And …
Scar’s Bedroom Blues Station 