I Shan’t Sing You A Lullaby

I shan't sing you a lullaby, you who cast your vote for hatred, either directly or indirectly. I shan't get over it. And why should I? The fact that you would expect me to means that your privilege has obscured your vision. You tell me to stop whinging, to stop making you feel bad for... Continue Reading →

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