Sucker Punch by Donna Dallas
Every day is a death I escape from into a night I know nothing about I am merely the means to my own end Continue reading Sucker Punch by Donna Dallas
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FreeStyle by Donna Dallas
She walks by me Looks me up and down she sees I got nobody with me no money no jewelry I got the Puma sneakers I got the good face untouched no scars I got the blue eyes they always try to scratch or punch the eyes there’s three or four we gonna fight no matter what nothin I can say or do gonna change … Continue reading FreeStyle by Donna Dallas
Ordinary Days by Donna Dallas
Some days I forget that I am nothing so busy keeping up with the Joneses that other person of blind wind zipping through the streets fast and crazy have to get to work attend the meetings the PTA grocery store gas all the places I need to go then something happens the dog pisses on the couch my kid is failing in school I find … Continue reading Ordinary Days by Donna Dallas
Skab by Donna Dallas
8th grade all the girls have tits and they wear lipstick. They got their period. They are constantly on the prowl they ache for the boys. I am straight, no curves, short hair flat as a wall ugly as a boy. My period didn’t come yet. I watch the girls go head on for bases with the boys. They want the homerun, they want to … Continue reading Skab by Donna Dallas