Tuesday, January 09, 2024
Tuesday, January 09, 2024
A whisper like a leaf floating on a breeze.
I hear the words said amplified to this day.
As a child, in my bed, I heard their taunts as I waited for dreams
to take me from my misery.
Times never change.
Trauma all of my life.
People call me names and never understand me
because they never want to know me.
https://www.patreon.com/jason29171
http://swellcast.com/jason29171
Poems and Photography:
Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:
https://jason29171.substack.com/
http://Fjasonwhitakerwriter.com
https://medium.com/@jason29171
https://www.viewbug.com/member/jason29171
https://neobook.org/jason29171/
https://www.wattpad.com/user/FJasonWhitaker
https://publicfast.com?deal=jason71
https://www.fjasonphoto.com/
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share
Another Day, Another Podcast
https://www.patreon.com/jason29171
https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87
https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos
https://youtube.com/@jason29171
video editing:
https://youtu.be/-zz6ZQOFQes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sJ3MSddoSw
https://vimeo.com/240788065
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCJvaILKxZQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWaIExlNM-Q
https://youtu.be/hnAKWgofsK8
Comments
Post a Comment