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			<title>Reaching</title>
			<description>fill</description>
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			<title>Blaming My Mother </title>
			<description>Still. </description>
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			<title>Some Men </title>
			<description>curious things </description>
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			<title>An Open Letter to My Father </title>
			<description>Black Lives Matter? </description>
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			<title>Yo Mister Likes Sugar</title>
			<description>Poor Momma. </description>
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			<title>Before I Get Eaten </title>
			<description>&quot;Men and women are all the same.&quot; </description>
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			<title>I Admit </title>
			<description>Yes, that's me with my panties around my ankles.  </description>
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			<title>If I Could Tell You Anything</title>
			<description>do you know what I'd say?</description>
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			<title>Something Ugly</title>
			<description>Embedded in a world I have yet to see. </description>
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			<title>Forgetting Last Night </title>
			<description>Where was I? </description>
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			<title>Most Women I Know </title>
			<description>Most Women I KnowMost women I know are like clusters of stars,Different constellations hell bent on telling tales,They are highly combustible,and gnaw themselves from the inside out.Chipping away at their bodies,flake by flake,tooth by tooth,scar by scar,woe by woe,unraveling the hell bent tales the..</description>
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			<title>I Explode</title>
			<description>&quot;How angry do you get when you hear her name?&quot;</description>
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			<title>first loves. </title>
			<description>names...they matter</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DonielleMikel21/1803725/</link>
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			<title>Just a Man</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Just a Man&amp;rdquo;He clicks his teeth, and says &amp;ldquo;Baby, I&amp;rsquo;m just a man.&amp;rdquo;As if being human was a vice,a cop out or an excuse,I fall inexplicably like a toddler taking new steps,&amp;ldquo;You won't let me lick or touch,but women have needs too, just let me pop a few finge..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DonielleMikel21/1803724/</link>
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			<title>Of Fathers &amp; Daughters</title>
			<description>Chapter 2: Of Fathers and Daughters &amp;ldquo;Sweety, there&amp;rsquo;s something we have to tell you about.&amp;rdquo;The sentence simply  hung in the air. Delilah eyed her parents with a calm face although her stomach was doing backflips in spite of her. She truly was ready for anything, foster care ha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DonielleMikel21/1803467/</link>
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			<title>Of Concrete and Starfish </title>
			<description>Delilah, a young African American girl is adopted by a devout Jewish couple who, months after adopting her become pregnant with conjoined twins. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DonielleMikel21/1803060/</link>
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			<title>Supporting Characters</title>
			<description>Delilah, a young African American girl is adopted by a devout Jewish couple who shortly after adopting her, become pregnant with conjoined twins. </description>
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