Tilted neck, changing perception
The poets lied to us. They made a mockery of our constitution by glorifying pain. There’s nothing noble about suffering. Grief sucks. It always did and it always will. Words can pretend to be a balm for the wounded souls but how many can read Maya Angelou? Pain is what we are made up of. Pinch? Hurts. Slap? Hurts. Punch? Let’s not go there. Even frank w…
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