Rebel Poetry
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Last published Tue, Aug 4, 2020
There is pain in this world, especially when you are a woman, lesbian, and radical feminist. When you are hiding in plain site, in the middle of a proper Christian church situated in a small, conservative town, there are masks you have to wear that scald your skin. These are my poems on the subject. They tell my struggles, and I hope other girls like me can find themselves in these words.
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While I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I Speak ... in silence
O' I take Emotion
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