It doesn’t matter how many people are slaughtered. It doesn’t even matter if they’re children, as they were in Texas yesterday. In America, the response to gun violence is nothing.
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The Eyes on My Street
It's funny that what Foucault stated about a prison and how people’s gaze can visually control another person seems so relevant to my neighbourhood.

My Faith Is Wavering…
The writer describes how her faith is being dented in today's times and laments about how she has begun to fear her own name.

Chandeliers in Our Sky
The poet dedicates this poem to her younger brother and the dreams they forged together as children.