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And I am still unprepared 

Nothing can prepare you for the tsunami.

They were good-

They tried to keep me near the shore

But, and I think knowingly, I still swam out. 158 more words

Poem

Paper thoughts 

Some times I sit

Here

So eloped in sadness I forget to breathe.

It is a foreign concept.

Emotions loading.

Paper

Being crushed by a wheel. 159 more words

Poem

A New Take on Old Art: Kehinde Wiley

To my WordPress following and regular blog readers,

I knew about this African American’s work already since they had a replica of his work in the DIA. 273 more words

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