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Green is a four leafed fuck you Pink is a pretty please, Polly Wants no crackers in Belize She’s busy taking flight through the mangrove fleas Chopping at her feathers Crying at her flocks Are the her chics in their nests For it’s now lime o’clock

Sometimes writing a sentence is the biggest deal there ever was and getting from the bed to the shoes to the street while still breathing is the most desperately difficult act a person can muster. These holidays are hard some years. Some years I feel the pain of what I've lost so heavily, the family members that have died, the way my core has changed. And the years stack up and the things I didn't finish, the things I didn't accomplish, they stack up too. They're heavy to lift and I can't seem to always get up and do a single solitary worthwhile thing. This last year I lost my relationship with my brother. Fault doesn't matter. For this particular moment in time and my part, I'm not willing to repair it. That's not a light fact but it is one. He stopped being a good force in my life and I guess I didn't have anything to offer his either. And as that relationship dropped off of the precipice into a void, I felt and noticed others tha...

The morning is here for me to show you, you so young and fresh and not yet used to your bodies. Teeth just out of braces, I want you to clomp on the ideas, on greatness, but the sun, its rays are elusive, clouded. The whole world is a name on the tip of my tongue I so much want to share it with you if I can just remember how to say it.

I was devastated yesterday. I kept thinking of my friend who was raped at 13 by her best friend's brother and how this world would treat her if she told. I kept thinking of my friend who was molested until she had her boyfriend move in to protect her. My friend who didn't come back to herself until her senior year of college because of "date" rape. I kept thinking of all the beautiful powerful female souls who haven't told and what this world could do to them and how it could skip over their pain and the inconvenience of holding society to account. But then I got a text from this woman friend who is arguably the most successful of all of my friends. I'm so proud to call her my friend. And she was devastated too and it made me understand first why this hurts so much; that it hurts all of us who are thinking, caring people. It is insulting and painful. And secondly it made me consider a path forward where we move boldly and with the courage of our co...