The Louisiana Social Pledge

We pledge our allegiance to Louisiana. We will embrace what makes us and our state unique. Louisiana will be recognized as a leader and innovator of the New South. Many great leaders of the future will come from this state. And we will show both the media and politicians that we are smarter than them. We will no longer have our resources exhausted and our people used and left behind. We will work hard and play hard. We will protect each other. We will support each other. We pledge that we will do whatever we can to get these things in motion right now. We will no longer wait for a path to be cleared for us. We will clear the path ourselves. And we ain’t giving up easily. We will socialize in the real world just as well as we do on the internet…in hopes to organize ourselves effectively.


Saturday, June 1, 2013

Morgan (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

He sang to me.
In front of all those people,
He sang to me as he held my hand and my face.
I had never experienced romance before,
So I surrendered to his advances.

"Why me?" I asked.
I was never special to anyone--
Not in that way, anyway.
But then he told me I was pretty.
And after that, my prior ineligibilities meant nothing.

We talked,
We did things. . .
But then, he pulled away.
I couldn't figure out why.
Surely, it was just a misunderstanding:

I was still pretty.

And then we sat.
We sat and we discussed his "epiphany:"
He wasn't accustomed to softer guys,
Such as myself.
I was too girly.

I was too girly for him
And his long hair and long nails.
I was also too girly for him
And his three oblivious girlfriends.
(He thought he told me that part.)

After that,
I was happy to let our relationship dissolve.
Pouring water on Alka-Seltzer,
Just bubbling away. . .
Then he got expelled.

Violence isn't received well by universities.
Deception isn't received well by me.
So when he texted me pictures of his completed tattoo,
The one I had designed for him,
I was cold and indifferent

To the first boy to ever tell me that I was pretty.

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