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		<description>The original writings of author BrianaW</description>
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			<title>No Title</title>
			<description>Something along the lines of coming-of-age.</description>
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			<title>In which I have wrongly assumed my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has left me</title>
			<description>In which I have wrongly assumed my Post Traumatic Stress Disorder has left meAnd what a dark shadow you areTo have followed me this relentlesslyYou can imagine how . . . afraid I am to see you againStumbling around in the dark againMaking me feel vulnerable againBut still as silent as everAnd oh how..</description>
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			<title>13 Reasons Why - A Slam Poem</title>
			<description>Criticism of a problematic TV storyline.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naita18/1930805/</link>
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			<title>Cat Call</title>
			<description>A short poem about sexual harassment. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naita18/1904165/</link>
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			<title>I've Been Here Before</title>
			<description>And so I&amp;rsquo;m hereSitting on this leather couchTrying to decide which parts of myself to cut off before the therapist finds themAnd there she isGetting down her demographics, putting out papers for me to sign with ink blacker than I think I&amp;rsquo;ll ever beAs I sigh, I wonder if my parent&amp;rsquo;s..</description>
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			<title>Part 4</title>
			<description>The day you told me you loved meI felt cold- You felt cold- We were cold- The night was coldWe sat in the back of your truck under the stars bundled up hugging each otherAnd I was speechlessI mean, had I heard you wrong?Were you on the phone?I looked you in the eye and mumbled something like:&quot;yeah ...</description>
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			<title>Part 3</title>
			<description>And what do you think will happen when the one who keeps everything afloatsuddenly wants to watch the world burn?Sincerely,patience that has run out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naita18/1903915/</link>
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			<title>Part 2</title>
			<description>There was a hanging tree with her complexion on it.</description>
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			<title>Part 1</title>
			<description>But what is my femininity if it cannot be silenced?Won't submit to youRefuses to be dominatedCannot be grabbed by the throat and shoved into the cornerDemands to be acknowledgedWhat will be made of me then?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Naita18/1903913/</link>
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			<title>A Series of Poems Never Finished</title>
			<description>Short poems I will most likely never do anything with. </description>
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