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Getting All Mixed Up While Filling In The Census Form
It’s that time again. Time to break my arms and legs, let myself fit neatly and uncomfortably into the ethnicity box on a form. For many years, I’ve ummed and ahhed about how all the stars in the sky that fell down and created my human form can be categorised. Brown eyes that have been…
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Here Lies That Sad Girl From The Internet
Where will the statue of me reside? When I am a pile of bones in the ground, rarely recalled by my son, who has his own life to lead, and manages to make it back on February 1st, with roses and poppies to place on a headstone, where I am identified as a wife and…