Traveling

Patsy Starke
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read
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Could not see the road in front of me

Morning haze rising from the tarmac
Glaring sun in my eyes
Squashed bugs on my windshield
Oh why did they have to die?

Or was it just an inconvenience,
On this road to, where am I going?

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Patsy Starke

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Registered Nurse, Transgender Woman In a lifelong transition, Parent, Grandparent, Normal every day run of the mill person, realizing my place here.

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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