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I lay my heart before you...all the chambers, the hidden parts, the parts that have nuanced their way in to words....my offering is to witness my experience...really, I write to remember that which I so easily deny, to see myself and to believe what happened...I write to remember what happened, to understand what is and to remind myself of possibility....I write to save my life. I write to save the life memories of those who came before... manifested in the blood ink of my pen |
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Truth The flight attendant gave me a once over when I entered first class. |
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Beauty She was sitting there old and beautiful. I don’t know what it was about her, but I could not stop staring at her. |
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| Freedom I was distraught. The airline had lost my luggage. I had made the mistake of not checking it all the way through. |
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Love As I boarded the train from Virginia to New York City, I was excited about the plate my cousin had made for me. |
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Purpose He told her to get out of his garbage. She was there- a moving heap of rags-picking through the refuse for food. |
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