{Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #38} {She Love's The Cold} 

I love the cold 

it chills me 

to the bone 

it makes me 

feel whole

in this 

world of 

unknown 

©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover originally written on April 15,2016 but posting here on 12/15/2017 all rights reserved 

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Renegade living, after the Vietnamese boat-boy was beaten, after motorcyclist came looking, after steel toe-capped boots and a hammer threat, after a nearly ended dad by caged bird
Forty miles from the sea he shouted about a broken car window handle, never onto manipulations or abortions
Too tight squeezes later, tax man and his vice girl with the lost dog lie
By nervous accident, same place, f...

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There were people In parks And malls and jails On street corners Standing beside a bus sign People that I didn’t know, How to help, as I watched them And very often witnessed Their issues Problems Public and private On full display, Barked like dogs who didn’t Play well with others and were On leashes too long Collars worn and tearing But still restricting The people, Their dogs, One in the same I...

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My mother calls me brave, so I am brave. 

She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave. 

She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave. 

I want to dye my hair blue. I...

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