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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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Hurt Too Much I don't know what I was thinking?! Why did I think this was going to be easy?!!!" |
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Quenched So, I had no expectations when I veered in to a corner store to quench my thirst. |
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I REMEMBER Thud. Scream. Hard feet running across the floor. I open my eyes. I have woken in to a nightmare. |
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Go Back to Africa It is a particular non-descript day. I decide to go get some breakfast at a local restuarant in Oakland. |
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© 2007 Kisha Montgomery |