My daughter and I have dinner and she talks about the indignity of being subjected to men’s comments flung at her as she walks down the street.
And this poem arose.
07 Saturday May 2016
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inMy daughter and I have dinner and she talks about the indignity of being subjected to men’s comments flung at her as she walks down the street.
And this poem arose.
Powerful poem Louise! ❤
Diana xo