I fear for my child(ren) for my grandchildren they want to steal my voice & put it in a pipeline
My being is not synonymous with struggle. My being is not interchangeable with the sound of something breaking under the
June 2014: Moustache man danced with his shoulders circling backwards as if he was engaged in an armless backstroke on
Several years ago my five year old cousin walked into the living room and asked me why I was crying.