This is in response to The Poetry Haul Challenge on
Facing the sun
Honoring the voices
That honor us
Into the nights.
I fight like Wonder Woman
To the death of any man
Whose forgotten who’ve raised
Into infinite desires.
Behind every good man Savannah,
Is a naive woman waiting to be seen into destiny.
The little girl in me was born rich
But lived in misery where she met empathy.
She had to assemble a new way of living the fall.
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