What comes out of me is poetry thoughts have not been formed Sadness, pain, hurt Face in the dirt. Brutality, destruction, devastation Deeply cut Powerless Rights are stripped away Today. Freedom cries. What did Sweden know? Life as usual. I will not be dictated to I know what’s going on Consequences Controlled, manipulated, cajoled —…
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Saying Good-by
I’m feeling melancholy and a little sad, and still grateful. I’ve been thinking about what it’s like for me to close my office. Rationally it makes sense. My lease is up at the end of the month, but I’m also feeling as if this is good-by to a chapter in my life. Opening me up…
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