Not a murderous brown recluse
Nor even a black widow
And if the truth were told this
Was only a small
Sort of papery spider
Who should have run
When I picked up the book
But she didn’t
And she scared me
And I smashed her
I don’t think
I’m allowed
To kill something
Because I am
Frightened
-Nikki Giovanni
WE LOOK AT THE PRESENT THROUGH A REAR VIEW MIRROR. WE MARCH BACKWARDS INTO HE FUTURE. SUBURBIA LIVES IMAGINATIVELY IN BONANZA LAND
WE ARE SO VISUALLY BIASED THAT WE CALL OUR WISEST, VISIONARIES, OR SEERS!
FOR ALL THE BITCHES
AND WITCHES
AND WITCHES
“MEDUSA”
“MEDUSA”
ERRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMM..
BLOPALES