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Journals of Jo: Sleep Naked
And just knowing that I will soon place that lovely elixir to my lips and feel it slither down my throat, leaving a sensation that consumes
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Journals of Jo: Who Gives A...
WHO GIVES A Sometimes you'll feel like you're being used. You'll want to lash out at the world and curse at strangers just because they...
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Journals of Jo Bright: The Pledge
Because it’s never my intention to hurt anyone but to open people up to a better expression of themselves.
I won’t back down and cower befor
Journals of Jo Bright: The Span Between Us
A stately eagle or vulture or hawk flies by as they each survey their land.
Looking for prey.
The rushing waters of the rivers below seem
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It's My Vagina
If I could rip my own heart from my chest and show everyone the blood that courses through it.Â
Point out where the veins meet the artery,
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Dear Daddy
I miss that you weren’t there for my first day of kindergarten. The first time I scraped my knee.
The first time I wore my first party dres
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YOU DON'T KNOW ME
You don’t know me
Because you’re not ready for me.
I’m sage advice.
I’m a life lived.
I’m the light in the tunnel.
I’m the friend when you
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CONSCIOUS THOUGHT
But the real work hadn't started. In the weeks, months and years that followed the work we thought would be done, had still gone undone.
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MOMMA SAID,"IF I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF..."
There were days when you could hear my momma yelling at the top her voice so that any one of her fourteen children would answer her and do w
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PREDATOR
It’s all he cares about when he rises from his nights slumber.
After he’s devoured all that there is from his kill.
The remains lying close
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