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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Favorite Things

I’ve been thinking about this blog post for quite awhile. I’m obviously still quite confused as to how these blogs work. This may have posted as a blank post, or maybe before I wanted it to. I’m completing it now and will repost. Other already written posts sit here, incomplete, and I’m not sure how…

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