But as for activism, my parents did what they could, given the constraints, but were never involved in the causes I think of when I think of activists. ↗
I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied. ↗
The grace of God means something like: Here is your life. You might never have been, but you are because the party wouldn't have been complete without you. ↗