Reflections

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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Green Haired Me!

It’s not easy being green!  It’s not easy being ME!  Well, it’s been loads of fun, though!  But as I’ve reflected on different definitions of “being green,” I came up with one green way of thinking that used to bug me a lot.  ‘Being new at something’ is a way of being green.   I…

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