When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Rights are Love no sabe uno que tiene hasta que lo pierde
Rights are Love no sabe uno que tiene hasta que lo pierde. The Presence Once was not noticed or valued, until Lost, Lost once but not Again! I Love my Rights, all of them Equally but One I Claim as the Most Beautiful above the Rest. Foolish are those attempts to Shush my First Best, most Cherished, upon which all are Premised and Staked: Freedom to Speak Truth to Power. Power by its Uneven contest rules by its Selfish Quest, its Claws, its Nonsense, and Insufficiency. While its Trademark becomes a Scowl, a Scar, a Darkened Star: Wild Sonnets Bloom Bright with 14 Flowers.