Mara: A Bitter Prayer

Call me Mara Today, GodBecause I am bitter,and the back of my throat achesfrom too much crying,as the grief hits me again, and again And the place I call homeis a nation that likes to “protects” the unborn,but locks up immigrants & Black and Brown kids, cannot feed thousands of children,Corners the the market on … Continue reading Mara: A Bitter Prayer