Sharing a poem I wrote a while ago. Copyright. All rights reserved. Picture also mine.
Butterscotch Mama am I black? Black is black I said, indicating A black thing And white is white I pointed to a paper Look at our skin I'm speckled egg You are butterscotch.
I shared this link on the post below by Melanie Tonia Evans. have done a lot of boundary work in the past but now having a disability sometimes they have been exploited. My boundaries are: Honesty
Tonight I chanced on a post on Twitter about a robot performing room service to deliver items to rooms. Here is why that is not a good idea: 1) Apart from the finesse that comes with a personal touch