By Adam Abdelaziz Greasy, leaky, mud-caked, and rotten, Sole worn-out by a soul forgotten, I was saddened, not by my fate, but at the state of their hate, for making a damsel downtrodden. She cleaned, she cooked, she toiled, never stopping, They gave her rags while they wore silk and cotton, But then one day, … Continue reading Sole Mates
Academy of the Heart And Mind 