I’ve finally completed my first manuscript. It isn’t the manuscript I thought I’d complete first. For the last ten years, I’ve been trying and failing, to tell my story. I’ve begun writing and then given up, and then started over, so many times that each attempt to complete a story has now become the foundation …
Look beyond the bars of my six by two world. See me as a mother, a daughter, a girl. Pregnant, imprisoned, unable to move; Terror growing faster than the litter in my womb. I will carry my young three months, three weeks, and three days; I’ll never see my children, or life, outside of a …
Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m yours; Your property, your pleasure, your victim forever. Can you justify the actions you take? The exploitation and murder? The pollution you make? Birthed for profit, torment, anguish and fear; My brethren are slaughtered by the billions each year. Look me in the eyes and tell …
