Author: Simona A. Brinson
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~by Everett Ruess~ I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the…
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By the grace of God, my darkness ended.Through night’s tunnel, my soul He tended.Through many nights and countless days,He held my hand; He led the way.He stroked my heart so soft, so tender,To my supplication He did render,An answer to my pleading prayer:“Give me strength, for if I am to bearSuch heartache, anguish and blinding…
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~by Gwendolyn Brooks~ Abortions will not let you forget.You remember the children you got that you did not get,The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,The singers and workers that never handled the air.You will never neglect or beatThem, or silence or buy with a sweet.You will never wind up the sucking-thumbOr…
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In the wilderness of self, I stand alone, A wanderer lost in the desert vast, With every step, my ego’s shadow’s grown, A golden calf, my idol unsurpassed.For in the mirror’s gaze, I find my shrine, A reflection of my pride and vanity, In worship of the self, I’ve crossed the line, And lost the…
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~by Shel Silverstein~ He rode through the woods on a big blue ox,He had fists as hard as choppin’ blocks,Five hundred pounds and nine feet tall…that’s Paul. Talk about workin’, when he swung his axeYou could hear it ring for a mile and a half.Then he’d yell “Timber!” and down she’d fall…for Paul. Talk about…
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(For Her) SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten That SHE is no longer Constrained and downtrodden By he that held her Confined and caged Because his mind was small And he was stunted in age SHE doesn’t stand tall Because SHE has forgotten All the work SHE put in To grow and to…
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