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We'll be stuck in this world until we can find an alternative to living. Until we can learn and breathe as another entity, and our souls, will no longer be in jeopardy.
No lives matter until Black lives matter.
We were restless that
summer, tracking new...
I'm not a murderer, I
swear. The buzzing was...
This land is not
pandemics and natural
disasters and sicknesses...
You raised two suicidal
kids. One who questions...
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips.
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes.
"I wasn't created for battlefields", my heart insists.
My heart is sick with grenades.
by BOB GALLO
by Rania Moallem