#vss365
Will we
end up like them?
Will we
need to #stock up on rations?
Will we
be bombed
out of our homes?
Will we
be allowed
to watch our
children grow up?
Will we
brush the glass
out of our niece's
hair
because
her mother
was buried last week?
Free speech is in danger.
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The history
residing within this place
was lost on me
Her hair fell in a mess of curls
upon her shoulders
I imagined
worshipping her idol
in the stained glass
of the surrounding windows
She, who stood before me,
would put the local Basilica to shame
#vss365#Power seems
so far out of reach
to those of us
with such little money
All I control
are the dogs
in my house
and they still decide
to pee on the rug
rather than in our yard
#vss365#WritingCommunity#queerpoetry
I've been standing
in this #doorway for months
as if an Earthquake
has kept me
motionless.
Funny how,
the movement
of the ground can
stop us
But when our world stops
we crumble
in to dust
Knowing in our soul,
we will never move
on
#vss365#WritingCommunity#poetry
If only
children
had
the #chance
to grow up.
States can choose
their side,
but women
must obey.
It's a disgrace
the land of the free
guards a bundle of cells
in a host body,
but refuses to protect
their first graders
This Cannibal’s Urn, the new chapbook by Hiliary Hamilton is now available. Check out the link below where you can read 5 poems from the collection. Below that is a link to the paperback.
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