I believe
totally   in love
                        otherwise
            I wouldn’t turn my back on
            the homeless
            trees
            the president

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​​No more rain that day, and they were thankful after having waded through swollen streams, marched through mud, carried the mountain on their boots.

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​i was nine years old
 
in our classroom we called her the witch

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i will tell them there are cracks on our walls
& fear runs through our fences

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“Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit,
and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again?”
Rosa Parks

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​If it’s a dim view of humanity you want,
Balaclava, a Melbourne suburb, will do.

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   it is another morning
   and i am standing under a pink-grey     sky
 
   it is the only thing that is beautiful
   within the shattered mess
   i am managing to crawl out of
   again
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​   I left home to feel free
   “Don’t worry,” I thought
   As I walked with a smile
   My heart craved more
   As I remembered all she gave
   Me, her child, and I left.