releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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is it a sin to call you mother?would it be a lie to say that I lost my mother?that she passed into the fountains that run in streams of the razaks,the bounties of death we carry,in the weight of the name that sits with God,‘provider’, ‘sustenance’,but yet we are left empty handed,while providing gifts, we […]