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A vulnerable reflection on wanting love without losing identity — this poem speaks to anyone rebuilding after betrayal and learning to love again on their own terms.
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I thought stability was happiness – until losing him taught me what living was.
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I know I’ll never have the mom most do.I know I’ll never have the urge to call with big news,But I will write to you. You don’t know my name.You don’t know I exist.But you have always been the mom I neededIn some of the hardest moments of my life. From the first time I
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Every family has that one daughterThe one that is a little bit wildHas tattoos Drinks a bitSmokes a littleAnd isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. Some will fear herSome know she’ll take it too farBut only in defense of her family. She’s the auntie, Not the mom. She’s the one people worry aboutBut also know she can handle herself. She’s
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I’ve been doing some reflecting as I sit at home on the 4th of July, not really in the mood to celebrate “freedom” when so many people around me are losing it. But, as I was laying in my hammock, drinking a beer, trying to figure out how to explain what I’m feeling, I saw
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They are the people in the fields.Hands blistered, backs bent, sun burning skinso your strawberries are sweetand your salad stays cheap. They are the ones scrubbing hotel rooms —after your bachelor parties,your college spring breaks,your secrets spilled on dirty sheets. They stand twelve hours on a slaughter line,blood on boots, bones aching —so you can
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The single mother who finally found courageto leave her abuser —She hides in a shelter,too broke for daycare,so how can she work? Finally — a job with childcare.Finally — a studio apartment.Finally — she breathes. But hope is fragilewhen he finds her again.Kicks in the door,shatters her safety,violates her bodybefore their son’s wide eyes.He leaves
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I was so excited to be the life of the party this summer. I was so excited for nights out, lots of memories, and just good time after good time. Now, I’m sitting in my home on a Sunday night, and I haven’t even gotten dressed today. My life feels like it’s in a downward
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I’ve been in a phase where I’ve been rewatching The Golden Girls, MASH, and Reba (shocker). Then the news that Loretta Swit died broke. My heart was crushed. Even as a late 20 year-old, I grew up watching MASH. It’s a comfort show. Losing Major Margret “Hot Lips” Houlihan after the week I’ve had was
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