
Poem: “It just so happens that I am tired of being/ Anything in a country loud with talk/ And little change, a city in a state/ With red flags flying after pride/ When really it’s just a warning…”
Poem: “It just so happens that I am tired of being/ Anything in a country loud with talk/ And little change, a city in a state/ With red flags flying after pride/ When really it’s just a warning…”