insomnia...images of women and war
i cant write a paper on the relationship between women and war in a racist white institution (thank you antioch for being a daily reminder that i, as a black woman, am the mule of the world) and not feel like ive been run over by a tank on the war path...i wish i had a sunflower to shove into the barrel of this fucking death machine...life...sunflowers...damn, i am a hippie.