Blog by Hannah Frank
I shout out to deny my mouth its rights to quiet peace
I fist my hand to deny it the right to caress a child
I slam my feet into the earth to deny them of their right to float lengthwise on a feather bed
What are our rights?
That's what I said.
The obstacle of passion governed by feelings is pavement underneath the bus of sacred commitments. These are small battles affirmations of...