[tabby title="Poet Bio"] How dare I imagine That tomorrow would be void of the hurts of today How can tomorrow discount the baggage of yesterday? The wounds that still silently bleed despite my attempts to mask them Is hope formed...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Been multiplying before your hashtags did Before your digital sympathies, retweeting for the gathering of awareness But I’m older than the awakening of empathy, more cunning than the force for change that does nothing but live in...