Poem by Audra Ohm You’re my rock, When my feet are unsteady. A place to lean and rest, When the world feels heavy. You’re my safe place, When the winds are blowing. A place of shelter, When the tears are flowing. You’re my mentor, When I don’t know what to do. A person I want…
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Our job isn’t to change people. To make them different or same like us. Forcing them into a perfectly shaped steeple. As they sit in rows quiet and straight, Hiding from others. Afraid of the potential hate. We live in a world that’s black or white. It’s one or the other, not full of color….