They legislate morality in a language that never learned consent, chokehold democracy with a flag they’ve never read the meaning of.

Her roots dig deep, her stem stands tall, Against the weight of every fall. The storms may rage, the winds may bite

It wasn't until my late thirties, after years of wrestling with religious oppression and navigating the hatred of Christian nationalism,...

No need to change, no need to bend, For in this journey, acceptance transcends.