Speak up, a poem

I find myself being quiet to avoid confrontation because my parents were scary when I was small and there was not allowance for my expression. Funny though, because last night at work I got written up for speaking my opinion. I have fought hard for the healing of my internal system and many parts have …

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Stability or not

I was loading my car with groceries the other day and overheard two men talking about the ridiculous hours they work just to afford life.  As they were departing one said to the other, "hey, at least it's a job", and I shut my car door wanting to leap out of it and ask them, …

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