She had nothing but time on her hands.
silver rings, turquoise stones, and purple nails.
I rub my thumb across her palm.
a featherbed, where slept a psalm.
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- "Raise your daughters to shout, to scream, to hold their heads up high for being themselves before society tries to teach them how to silence themselves, how to wear shame like it is a second skin. Let them taste rebellion from the moment they are born and watch them become flames to start a revolution.” ~ Nikita Gill
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