TITLE

The Real Enemy Is The One Who Removes The War

AUTHOR(S)
Davis, Christina
PUB. DATE
March 2006
SOURCE
Women's Studies Quarterly;Spring/Summer2006, Vol. 34 Issue 1/2, p364
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
The article presents the poem "The Real Enemy is the One Who Removes the War," by Christina Davis. First Line: When the homeless man began lobbing invisible grenades at me, Last Line: to the next survival.
ACCESSION #
21305976

 

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