Their big win, he thought, was his too, as he walked up to congratulate.She handed her phone, “Can you take our picture?”“Sure!”…
You pour your heartinto someone’s trust-potThey let you down bySpilling your feelings for exhibitLeaves you shattered and skeptical
Drummed into us,from the day we learn its name,we live in fear, in anxiety,forgetting to ask,Who has accomplished…
No honour?
there’s no shame,
no way to spell or understand
opprobrium,
no humiliation.
But alas,Who can escapeThe humiliating pierceOf the mirror?
Sharp words bind me as effectively
as chains,
unable to answer, I bow my head red faced.
Humiliation.
My mother was an expert at it My father still is
They blurred the details…
The ties of community are unbroken,but the knot in your stomachhas become an anchor.