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

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Estranged from home,A house of blood, rotting with my remains,Knitted in marriage, and the birth of children that were never meant to be born,Children birthed into arms of the wrong mothers,in the arms of wrong bodies, Was it our mothers that chose this?Or did culture override religion once again?We blame the men, yet it seems […]