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Poetry – “I No Longer Sacrifice Myself”

December 9, 2020Leave a comment

“I No Longer Sacrifice Myself” - RJDD

Poetry – “Divination”

December 4, 2020Leave a comment

“Divination” - RJDD

Poetry – “Even Without Your Approval”

October 30, 2020Leave a comment

“Even Without Your Approval” - RJDD

Poetry – “The Truth of It”

October 30, 2020Leave a comment

“The Truth of It” - RJDD

Poetry – “Time Will Tell”

October 22, 2020Leave a comment

“Time Will Tell” - RJDD

Poetry – “Manic”

October 15, 2020Leave a comment

“Manic” - RJDD

Poetry – “Blessing or Curse?”

September 29, 2020Leave a comment

“Blessing or Curse?” - RJDD

Poetry – “Choosing to Forget”

September 29, 2020Leave a comment

“Choosing to Forget” - RJDD

Poetry – “Hollow”

September 28, 2020Leave a comment

“Hollow” - RJDD

Poetry – “<\3”

September 28, 2020Leave a comment

“<\3” - RJDD

Poetry – “It Was Always Me”

September 23, 2020Leave a comment

“It Was Always Me” - RJDD

Poetry – “Keepsakes and Heirlooms”

September 23, 2020Leave a comment

“Keepsakes and Heirlooms” - RJDD

Poetry – “Holding My Breath”

September 22, 2020Leave a comment

“Holding My Breath” - RJDD

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"You should have learned / by now that power lives / in light and stone." - R.J.D.D., "Power is More Than Clenched Fists"
"You / are / the / ogre / in my / hallways / of / stone." - R.J.D.D., "This is My Fairytale"
"My mother's body opened, / bloomed a blossom of blood / petals to guide me home. / 2 pounds 4 ounces / made up my body. / I spent 2 months in the hospital / learning how to survive." - R.J.D.D., "Premature"
"I still have / the shovel. / I know where the / bodies are / buried. / Maybe it's time / to dig up / some graves?" - R.J.D.D., "The Things I Could Tell"
"Woman means / I am Othered, / means that patches of / a quilt I didn't / sew have formed / the narrative of / my existence." - R.J.D.D., "Fated"
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