For the Love of a Girl with a Pink Rose in Her Hair

Her name isn't Asifa Though it could be. She could be eight years old, too. She likes to fuss over her own hair, the rose placed just so. Not the rough, any ol' way She does. She might be ten. That rose makes her feel pretty. Until the pretty of the pink gains weight as … Continue reading For the Love of a Girl with a Pink Rose in Her Hair

A Plea; Please Don’t

Please don't. Please don't fuck your children. Please don't fuck your friend's children. Please don't fuck the friends of your children. Please don't procure children to fuck. Please don't put on the priestly, monkish, motherly, doctorly, lawyerly or powerlike vestments as a way to fuck children. Please don't procure children to be fucked by those in the uniforms of … Continue reading A Plea; Please Don’t