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In this, the one and precious hour there seems to be this one who thrives on a glorious drug the want and need of attention. There is nothing more divine than to have everyone at your side thinking that this is the precious hour, the blessed final one. I beg to beg differently, calling out…

Time and attention she swore, she always swears when serious. She wants nothing more than a perfect relationship. A union where, one is simply allowed to please, the other has firm control. Her gift is to be the pleaser, it’s a rush and the biggest thrill of course, she swears both have to agree to…

What matters most, during this, her praying hours are her pretty looks. Tonight she must decide, exactly who, gets all her attention now. Her choices are somewhat blind, still, she can see perfectly fine. She swears to be kind giving while trying to please as sensitive strangers surround her now. The girl twists her long…

We love our sons when they stumble awkwardly, our sons who look up to us wanting our unconditional love. Sons depend on their fathers even when that father is single working two jobs to keep up. A father who may also be his mom. We love our sons, so they can give fully of themselves,…

Time and attention collide from the filthy streets an innocent man was murdered. Still, police on horseback those poor horses thrust into our violence. Under the weight of a curfew we’ve got minutes to decide if we’ll pull up with our white peers. There on the edge, words are smashed in our faces windows exploded…