The first night of your trial I stood waiting for my son to return home. The cops showed up first after stopping him for running.
My ODE to George (Original Poetry)
Not One – Original poetry
Not One (For the Million Mothers March) Not mine son Not mine Not my son Not my brother nephew or current lover Not my neighbor cousin or future husband Not mine Not hers Not anybody’s Son I am not saying no more I am saying not ONE We with the millions of ancestors behind us... Continue Reading →
Toni's Room 