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The Singer My grandmother used to put on a week-long music/drama camp at my church every year. This particular year, we were doing "A Technicolor Promise," the story of Noah's Ark, and I was Noah. I remember sitting at the round table in the back of the church, with the chairs I could never climb on to because my eight-year-old legs were too short. You've got to open your voice, he told me. I was so proud when we came to my elementary school one year and sang with his band, the Dixieland Pops, me, smiling and waving from my spot on the gym floor.The Singer by ~LittleLottexo
John, Ed's pastor for many years, would tell you about the time Ed led the carol sing-a-long at a Reynolds
Trauma It was apparent that my sense of danger was lacking by the age of three. That year, we were on one of our many plane rides home from my grandparent's home in northern Canada. Close to arrival, we became entangled in an unexpected snowstorm. Visibility was poor and the wind had a mind of its own. The flight attendant tried to sound calm as she alerted us of the "unexpected turbulence" (in case we didn't already know) but it was clear that landing safely would be a challenge. Movement sickness came in the form of 300 foot drops in a millisecond. Some held brown paper bags tightly around their lips while others silently prayed, but not me. I lovTrauma by ~LittleLottexo
Flying. I am in a crowded room and I am yelling. I am yelling and I am in a crowded room. I am closing my eyes and I am holding my breath but when I feel my swollen lungs scraping my rib cage, I am forced to release the air locked inside of my chest. In the blues of my still closed eyelids, I can see the curvature of smiling faces in this new world I would open my eyes to see. But nothing has changed. I am still here.Flying. by ~LittleLottexo
One girl walks toward me and I recognize her face. I recognize her face as she looks right through me. But without blinking, her arm darts forward and she grabs my side. "I need that," I scream. I only glance down to the hole in my sid
La guerra silenciosa La historia del mundo está llena de guerras e historias de violencia. Mi historia, sin embargo, es diferente. Nadie escribirá de la guerra en la que he vivido. Nadie escribirá de las batallas silenciosas que he luchado. Nadie más que yo.La guerra silenciosa by ~LittleLottexo
Hay un museo en Santiago, a dos cuadras de la casa en que vivía en mi niñez. A pesar de que estaba tan cerca, no había ido al museo hasta que mi clase fue de viaje allí. Había una exposición sobre nuestra ascendencia dominicana y estaba completamente hipnotizado, pero algo no estaba bien. En la primera mitad de la exhibición, había artefactos de nue
Unclean I.Unclean by ~LittleLottexo
There is something about the words that slip off of your tongue,
the way you hide, like a shadow from the sunlight
something about the way you always cross your arms over your stomach
something about the mountains and the valleys
that
makes me wonder.
II.
My hands are covered in oil they are covered in oil and I am trying so hard to hold on but I cannot and all I hear is -- -- -- and the sound of your anger being released into the world and the taste of your skin is sinking into my taste buds and suddenly I cannot stand, I am lifting up one leg and falling on the other I am lifting up one leg and falling on the other until I am a p
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"I've learned people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -Maya Angelou
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Complete Destruction.
Chrono Corps Member # 14
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"I've learned people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -Maya Angelou