In case anyone stumbles here who doesn't know Me and doesn't know My Story: I have a lovely upper middle class lifestyle thanks to some hard work and some extremely good luck and even some desperate leaps of faith. I grew up poor and occasionally homeless, however, and as the oldest child of a single Mom, I can say we were on every kind of public assistance there was, and some they made up just for us-- so when I say I feel left out or at a loss, I'm not just speaking from A Position of Privilege... I've got privileges, but I've also got institutionalized insecurity and shit. So. If I write stupid poetry, please know it's complicated and I cry a lot.
But I cook pretty damn well.
But I cook pretty damn well.
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