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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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Afraid of the Dark He stared at me like I was a manifestation of one of his nightmares, something out of the darkness.... |
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Love Letter to A Homeless Man I heard you when you called me beautiful. You looked up last minute and saw me walking by... |
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Celebrating the Rainbow How do we celebrate the rainbow, if no one wants to own their shadow? |
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Pause If time were sticky, it would be like cotton candy on my fingers. I was never successful at licking it all off... |
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© 2007 Kisha Montgomery |