Reid@YWP

I will kneel on broken glass as 

my blood stains the pearly sheen so that 

you will see I've resorted to my last option: begging 

before you (as a woman should be) to rip 

Democracy is fragile as a house of cards with many, many layers

Many, many pieces

Many, many things that could go wrong

The slightest breath, enough to bring the whole thing crumbling

I haven’t been to upstate New York since I was ten years old and we drove away from our house there without looking back.

 Home is where the heart finds rest, 
 A place where dreams and memories nest. 
 In walls of love, in every glance, 
 We find the comfort, and soul's dance.