Today was not my unbirthday But still I think I’ll have tea I’ll ponder the number of years Which amass to greater than three I’ll sit and I’ll slowly remember The memories I didn’t forget And here in
I’ve been looking under rocks Scraping barrels, watching clocks I’ve been been slouching In dark corners While withering my stock What felt like thirteen lifetimes Passed right through my very veins W
It’s not about gender It’s not about class It’s not about sexual orientation It’s not about nationality It’s not about creed It’s not about the level of education It’s not about circumstance It’s not