
On Not Speaking Up by Mycah Miller
A man, of course, it is always a man, once told a child, a boy, I was teaching to stop being distracted by my breasts. The boy, the child, wasn’t,
A man, of course, it is always a man, once told a child, a boy, I was teaching to stop being distracted by my breasts. The boy, the child, wasn’t,
A MAN ONCE TOLD ME TO STOP TYPING IN ALL CAPS; I AM TOO LOUD EVEN WHEN I AM NOT SPEAKING. GIRL IS SUPPOSED TO CHOKE ON THE WORD, IS
they growl and circle like hungry wolves ready to devour, but what they don’t know is i am the moon’s daughter; they think they will surrender my rainbow heart to
There used to be a time Where we were rooted in our land The whispers of the wind Gave us wisdom in our path. Awed we were By this colorful
the fireworks are booming, whose freedom are they celebrating because not everyone is free? police brutality is still happening, kids are still dying in cages, black and brown people are
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