There are not words in your language To tell you how sometimes colors burn the skin, Fabrics speak louder than nonprofit leaders, and Odd numbers disrupt digestion.
What is a Good Blue?
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There are not words in your language To tell you how sometimes colors burn the skin, Fabrics speak louder than nonprofit leaders, and Odd numbers disrupt digestion.
I hate everything about this, Except the color blue Which is my favorite, But they didn't even pick a good blue,
How many poems for the dead could have been dinners with the living, if my distant cousin hadn't sold his soul for political power?
"Well ain't you pertty as a chrome skull on the hood of a Chevy drivin' down a paved road," Junior smiled as he took off his hat. Kelsey Lou Faye didn't care for the dress her mama'd made for her. It waddn't pretty like Dolly's Coat of Many Colors. Kelsey Lou's mama had stitched this dress with bitterness and spite — the kind that attracted the attention of good ol' boys like Junior.
View original publication on HIV Equal In my younger years, I was called a faggot. I did not consent to this. A kid in gym class swung a three-foot metal pole at my head, and the teacher didn’t care when I reported being bullied. I grew older and connected with mentors who’ve since passed on … Continue reading OP-ED: WHY I IDENTIFY AS A FAGGOT