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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Step Two: Meet All My Sisters

As sleep leaves me alone tonight, receding to it's coin-filled cage like the scaly creature it is, I reminisce. This Monday, I was blessed to meet all 4 of my half sisters at one time. We had a wonderful day together while learning about each other. I got to know a family I never had. … Continue reading Step Two: Meet All My Sisters