White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
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Hope, Lethe, And The Angels Of Sleep. {poetry}
Come as you are, and meet me there, where hope flowers,
We can love and bloom forever,
We can love and make it through together.