Well, it's decided, then. I'll read one of my most uncomfortable pieces at Open Mic night on Wednesday.
Why not? I might as well get up there and get it over with.
This is going to be a struggle, on so many levels.

"When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist." ~~~~~ Dom Helder Camara poverty politics homelessness justice disability accessability prejudice tolerance addiction liberation ignorance resourcefulness illiteracy education abuse struggle hate love depression celebration disease health greed generosity
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