LaGuan Rodgers

Joined January 2021

2 stories

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Father. Writer. Runner. Dreamer. Words are my friends, and we stalk each other at night.

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The Quilt
We wore our bones and I’m not so good enough’s like a Halloween costume, yet we were chocolate, migration and embroidery
By LaGuan Rodgers4 years ago in Poets
Brown Skin Lady
I was born on a cold May morning in a hospital building that is no longer in use. The medical staff placed me in the waiting arms of a woman who was two-months shy of legal drinking age. She eventually took me home. She breastfed me. Cared for me. Nourished me. Gave me some one-of-a-kind name I still have yet to stumble across when new people introduce themselves.
By LaGuan Rodgers5 years ago in Humans