Her hands were warm and firm as they held onto mine the first time we were meeting. She knew to reach into my space to complete the connection. Knew from the hours of calls logged, from the technical and medical explanations, knew from my recountings and stories of changing plateaus, that she would have to meet M(m)e more than half way. And so, there she stood, exhausted from travel and maybe some self-conscious worry, holding both of my sun-browned SMA
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Disabled Chronicles, No. 45: Before I started school, I remember being put through a battery of what I now know were tests. I’m not sure what they were tests for but I can only imagine they measured my cognition, my ability to learn and my psychological state. I remember the tests were somewhat interesting, considering I didn’t exactly know all my colors yet or how to count fully or how exactly the world was supposed to work. I was only
2016 © Sandra Jean-Pierre Animals will be animals, regardless of the God they serve. Where love does not abide violence is eminent, where disregard for life lives, Death is gatekeeper. No God is needed to know this.
©2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Wiry promises through tinny phone lines fall rusted at my feet water to my ankles brushing past my knees, stopping air from meeting my nostrils engulfed in a sea of lies that never knew Truth’s existence And I wonder: how can Life sleep at night?
© 2016 Sandra Jean-Pierre Maybe In another life, where our skins aren’t so papery-thin and our minds aren’t so filled with resignation. …where our ships don’t sail in the darkest of nights, maybe that’s where the sun will greet us.