Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Punched in walls Scribbled pages ——— Torn All mute testimony To her anguished cries Rat’s nest of fear Addiction, fury Ideation, escape All because of scribbled pages ——— Torn Punched in walls Broken doors of childhood Battered in their frames Photo Credit: Read more
I’ll never know if my mother thought that she might have had a cross dressing pre-teen son, or maybe she just thought that I was just a theatrical kid. After a quick costume change out of my denim bugle boys and into her brazier and favorite silver and turquoise jewelry, I was the most fearless little girl on the North Side of the Bronx, and that helped keep me alive.
Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the friend whose phone number you always lose on “accident.” When I was young, I used to idolize the kids on TV, especially the Read more
So how does one lose all their friends in 5 minutes? Well, it’s not that hard actually. Just tell them the truth, that’s it.But please don’t be fooled, this is easier said than done and it will, of course, have its consequences. I myself have yet to do this, but Read more