‘And what if I fall?’ Then it will hurt for a while. ‘Then why even try?’ To hurt, for a while. To feel. To learn how to walk without the fear of tripping. To trip. To be present. To live. To truly exist.
Art For Social Justice: Prostitution Poetry
A Memory & A Dream Suppressed To Maintain Freedom (Part One of Two) A (Strong Content) Poem By M. Dante (c) 1996 NYC Audio Recording 2006 Philadelphia
