Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.
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So, this came out of me while I was in the shower this morning. I sing these lines. While thinking about the Freddie Gray protests, MO, groups of people I know who can’t find good work, busing around town seeing all the homeless, hurting and mentally ill folk in MY city.
There is a groaning that is building up–will it dry up like a raisin in the sun or explode?
So, this came out of me while I was in the shower this morning. I sing these lines. While thinking about the Freddie Gray protests, MO, groups of people I know who can’t find good work, busing around town seeing all the homeless, hurting and mentally ill folk in MY city.
There is a groaning that is building up–will it dry up like a raisin in the sun or explode?
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