Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

The end, They say, Is just the beginning Of something new, Unexplored territory The unknown. I used to fear What I couldn’t see. But now I embrace The tectonic shift I feel inside my soul Telling me I need this change To recreate myself  …