HerA Poem by AlexzanderaAn attempt to understand my feelings regarding Kavanaughlacy pink dresses turned black sweatpants sliding beneath hips too afraid to protest leaving Her imprisoned in a place once called home as darkness falls and paralyzed by whistles and calls escaping the lips of "boys who had been boys" who grew into entitled men fueled by the violent mixture of toxic masculinity and inflated ego and with the profundity of life reflected in irises of wisdom intricacies passed on to innocence left to cultivate a passion a passion for Herself a passion for others a passion for society and a passion hot enough to ignite beneath the a*s of ignorance and spark a revolution © 2018 AlexzanderaReviews
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1 Review Added on October 4, 2018 Last Updated on October 4, 2018 AuthorAlexzanderaMissoula, MTAboutFollow me on insta: @alexzandera.miller.poetry I'm a college student attending the University of Montana studying English and Spanish. I mainly write poetry, however I am (hardly) working on a fant.. more..Writing
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