My girl know love isn’t painful
Doesn’t hurt to the touch like a bruise
Just know love isn’t shameful
Doesn’t need a mask or a ruse
Know love is a gift that shares
Gives with both hands open, no fists
Love trusts, allows growth, happy tears
Allow nothing less in your midst
©2017 E. R. Smith
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A welcoming space for resistance to the forces of oppression and hegemony.
Official Blog of the NYC Department of Education
The value of greed is priceless
An Archive of Curious Facts for the Curious
Because we all are...
Whatever I feel like
Blogger's world galore
This WordPress.com site is the bee's knees
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The Ridges of Intertextuallity
by Lize Bard
Poetess/Writer
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