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PreachBy Therese Tiger QuailBellMagazine.com  After I speak, I want people to be so moved their mouths hang open. I want the whole world to like me really like me. It’s embarrassing. Sometimes I get my courage from people on reality TV. Believe it or not, two real housewives chartered a plane to hand cash to hurricane survivors in Puerto Rico. Then they went home and bought eyelashes and vagina steamers but so what. They did something. I wish I could worship myself like they do. Today I heard a former gangster speak about her addiction, son murdered, masters degree, her days in service to survivors, in that room a hush descended so wide you could hear a hundred silent prayers of gratitude. Our mouths hung open, she said everything there is nothing more to say. Comments
Diane Mambuca
11/14/2018 02:13:36 pm
and you said everything, too.....some of your poems are so painful to read....as a sister I want to snatch you up and save you.....and yet we all went through similar scenarios.....I just didn't need saving; I had been taught to be alone. Comments are closed.
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