D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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I remember when I was not free to do what I wanted to do, not free to be who I wanted to be. Weighed down by other’s expectations, Drowning by loved ones hopes; Felt like I was dangling on the end of a rope choking on life as death sought to claim me; Wished I […]
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Whenever he drew near, Madison clutched her baby to her chest. The child was the seed from her womb, but did not come from his loins, so he had no rights to it. It was all hers. He could not understand the love she had for her baby. He did not mourn with her during […]
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A star was born the day I closed my eyes and dared to believe– believed my life was more than I could see believed I’m loved believed I’m free. My star grew every time I possessed the courage to stand– stand for what is right stand for what is true stand up for me. Took […]
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If God has called you to be the head, It’s not something you do; It’s someone you must be. It cannot be something you think about It must come naturally, Like a smile when you’re happy Or a frown when you’re not; Involuntary like your eyes blinking Or the beating of your heart. The […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 