Poetry submitted by Whitney Etheridge
I got my son taken from me and I am mad. I didn’t know how I would feel but it’s worst than bad.
I got my son taken from me and I am mad. I didn’t know how I would feel but it’s worst than bad.
I’m all alone, don’t even have a home. Forsaken my family, chopped off all my hair looking kinda manly.
Here is a simple rule. Don’t fight with people at a buffet. When someone breaks in front of you to grab for the fried chicken or mashed potatoes then simply back off.
The Biggest Super Bowl In History Is Coming Up Next Election! It’s The Patriots v The Stealers.
I am reaching out today about exposing predators and predator protectors such as landlord’s and charities, due to not taking any action when children could be in potential danger anywhere not just where I live.
The formal method is the classroom. Elementary, junior and senior high school. This is of course the minimum standard for our society today.