Deep under dirt, I grow, audacious, ferocious, fed by rain, you sought to deny me, formally segregated sprinkles. I will grow, and glow, under my moonlight, and bloom, in the morning, to kneel, with all the other flowers, you denied the right to exist, in your garden. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The Greenwich Glamour Girls” here Order “The Things We Did … Read More Kneeling In The Garden
She tapped on a screen, as if it meant the same, as standing with the brave, and using her freedom, to free them. I am proud I will say I am proud to support my LGBTQ friends and the LGBTQ Americans of the LGBTQ Americans my Dad targets who have made immense contributions to our society and economy. so they can’t point out my … Read More Women Who Work (Really Hard At Pretending To Be Allies)
Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of her green and pleasant land, but my present is … Read More Monster Truck
The sky is falling, afraid of heights, her throat is scorched from screams, by the time her brains paint the pavement. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone. The floor has cracked, and ripped rib from rib, lungs lick the street, abandoned by air. Mother May wants to talk about Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone. The dead have risen, feasting … Read More Jeremy Corbyn, naked and alone.