Girl

‘Girl’ is not a 4-letter-word. Our daughters are not their weapon. Never let them use them against us. Our daughters are strong. They’re loud. They’re bold. Our daughters are confident. They’re smart. They’re bright. Our daughters are joyous. The way they laugh. They way  they love. Our daughters inspire me. To be real. To be…

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Mama, Me

My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that might lead them…

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Mama, Me

  My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hip hip hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that…

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A Poem To The Past

In the dream I was being attacked. He kept lunging forward. Lashing out. Pounding. Pounding. I was armed with a hockey stick, my fists, my voice, but it was failing. His voice though. Not his face, that was some random face from the street or from a movie background. The voice was his. The voice that…

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