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Sep 02, 2005


Dan Lowe

Wow. Michel, I love the hip hop freedom of this verse. I don't know if you intended it to be a poem, but man, thank you so much for being so real, so authentic. This is DAMN good. It evokes so much. There is a real sense of your pain, as though the pen you were holding were bleeding out years of emotions stuffed by the blows of both your brother and your folks' refusal to acknowledge what was going on. The verse is very violent...such a wonderful, often neglected, side of vulnerability. Thank you.

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    We're working on a great description of what this site is and what we hope it can become. For now, we will simply claim that we're a community of writers and readers, believers and skeptics who are wrestling with life and faith through the medium of poetry. All students, faculty, alumni, and friends of ATS are welcomed to join the conversation.
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