Tag: Margaret
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Just Another Day At The Mall
The rough driving wakes me up. Sometimes I think my father intentionally aims for every pothole, dip, and raised bump when he’s driving. He calls it showing off his luxury car’s smooth suspension. The only thing suspended here is his disbelief. Another bump. “See! I didn’t even feel that! If I hadn’t been looking for…
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The Sunflowers Sing To Me
She sang a song of life and living, of love and loving, of strife and striving, of victory and conquering.
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To Oshun, From Margaret’s Daughter
Your skin glistens, draping your form like sun-warmed honey. Full of the sweetness and delights of womanhood.