Showing posts with label American sentence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American sentence. Show all posts

Where Virtue Lies

Don’t call yourself a friend to the flower when you try to kill its roots.


Liner notes for this Groove: This is my first attempt at an American Sentence. I'm pretty pleased with this attempt and might try another again soon. It was created for Poets and Storytellers United's Weekly Scribblings prompt, Words of an Unprecedented Year. I tried to tackle allyship, but it looks like a bit of virtue signaling crept in. 


Song Choice: Hound Dog by Big Momma Thornton