Step Three: Pull Out An Old Poem

My rage is unyielding. This year has been rough to say the least. I live in a slow-grow yet fast-paced town in South Louisiana. I'm considered a disappointment to a lot of people who love me. My heart lies with the feminists, the liberals, the people my friends and family hate. It's not like this … Continue reading Step Three: Pull Out An Old Poem

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