Prose for Carri

You think youre a precious pearl, but youre not. You didnt give a second thought to the fact that you’re a basic white girl. Look at all your worldly conformity. The starbucks and black tea this is my test of sobriety. Wake up! Youre hungover. Your own mind needs to be a bulldozer and reconstruct and repair this frail human God once called Carri. Carry it away to a distant land in which you seldomly tarry.

You can change. You can be someone new. There are so many people willing to help you. Dont let their fervent prayers and consecrated efforts be in vain. You can change. That’s not something strange.

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