What clothes you have on dictate how society views you
Even though they claim it’s what’s underneath that’s important
And that’s why he was going to his job interview in an old Nirvana t-shirt and jean shorts
Realizing that what mattered above all else was being the CEO’s son
Somebody should have known better
That would have prevented the switch from coming out
Everyone wanted to run and hide
Run and hope someone else would take the beating
Not that any of them had real hope. One look at her face made that disappear
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
Abdi Mohammed
The Art of Prose and Poetry
self-publishing
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
Sharing is Learning
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Random Stuff I Think You'll Like
Things I love, typically with people I love. Will likely be hiking, baking, and doing other things that make me happy.
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
Wise. Witchy. Wonderful.
Story world
Never Short On Words 