Those wretched set of fingers Twisted and bloodied From bearing false witness Pained and bruised Like an inflamed ego flapping in the wind Oh they have cramped Bearing the weight of empty noise Those wretched set of fingers Pointed and shouted Should have been long muted Were allowed […]
She loved arts and crafts ever since she was a little girl. Even though the teachers terrorized her with their critiques. Who would have done that to a twelve-year-old? Only monsters. As she mixed the newly created paints together, her tears got swept up within. She mixed […]
Growing up I didn’t care much for fairy tales. I didn’t see how those stories were really relevant to my day-to-day life in the South Bronx. Sure, I wanted to get out of the burned down neighborhood but I didn’t see that living in a remote […]
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