a shattered lapse (for all the beautiful activists in the streets)
Hands stretched to the heavens, Wishing they would grab us up Carry us through a porthole to the dimension where Fact Does not have to be proclaimed By straining voices, […]
Hands stretched to the heavens, Wishing they would grab us up Carry us through a porthole to the dimension where Fact Does not have to be proclaimed By straining voices, […]
It seems strange that the week that is supposed to be about giving thanks opened on such a sour note. To wish people, “Happy Thanksgiving!,” in the face of so […]