The irony: I have been a victim of my supposed crime, but very few came to comfort, hold other to account. Instead, they looked away into sky blue. I stand now accused, am being abused by this “fair” system designed to protect. Tarred and feathered, hung high in public view, I pay steep price, afforded no respect. No trial by jury, or by fire, only raving rants and hateful condemnation. They poke and prod, never satisfied; they dub me woman with a reputation. Cast as shameful sinner, mere reprobate, I waver not, heaven’s verdict await.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
This book is an autobiographical account of the lessons I learned about life and how I was able to apply them to inspire, motivate and empower others in my own work as a firefighter, as well in my daily life as a husband, a father and a man. When I w
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
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sueb
Yip!! This last line tells all!!
Love Tinka
Peter
I always lean on that verdict too it is fair always....
This messages is heard Mi Lady!!!!!!
it is well to ignore all holier than thou fools who are blind
to facts. Superb write Dawn!
This last line tells all. Very emotional and a bit sad poem