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(The poet is still being squeaked at by her stalker, who has planted transceivers here for the purpose.

She does not feel like being uplifting when she tells the truth today.)

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Recorded Reading (1:37): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/grorfyt5ob3irzw8n4gba/Peace-and-Freedom-March.wav?rlkey=bc89y0w48hsibaaiooxopdpcu&dl=0

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Peace and Freedom March

When I walk out
When I stay in

When I write a word
When I speak a word
When I sing a word
When I intone
A Word
And
When there are
No words at all

Every damn
Time
I
Meet
Your
Eye

I
Am

A demonstration
A parade
A protest

For

Peace
Freedom
Beauty
Love

And

Mooooost dangerous of
All

Trooooooooooooth

Ooooooooooooh!!!!

Blaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!

Uttered in love!
Uttered in agape
Divine passion
For the Redemption
Of
All!

Is it any wonder
There are sometimes
Unjust accusations
Called after?
Mud slung?
Social machinery
Set in motion?

It’s okay…

Seven generations from now

The mud slingers
Will be remembered for
Exactly
What they
Are:

Ready?

Pe-
Ri-
Phe-
Ral

(who, now?…)

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This poet is physically disabled. Public housing being insufficient to her medical and creative needs, she is presently living, in order to continue working, in her minivan, publishing all of her works using one thumb on the touch screen of her smartphone, surviving at an income of a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. She would treasure any donation you