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To the tiny human that came out of me.
I can’t wait to get to know you. I know it’s a process. There will be a new you everyday, every week, every month, every year and I am eager… Read more
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Little Miss Maturity
Little miss maturity, misplaced through the ages Mischief lurking deep restrained by the good girl Bumping off of ill fit pieces clicking in at intervals Marvelled, charmed, awed mostly lost,… Read more
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The -isms, adulting and the ensuing confusion
We are the generation of -isms that put to words, the issues of the pastEach day, each month, each year I learn an -ism that I didn’t knowScrambling to understand… Read more
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Dear baby nibling,
I have known you since before you knew yourself. I have loved you even before I laid eyes on you. You were born into your tiny little world full of… Read more
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You, the silent threat
You, who came at a time nations scoped for fragility in the other. You, who set foot as our species did the unspeakable unto itself. You, who also came to… Read more
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A Poetess in the Unmaking
When I was five, I wrote with the flair of a poetessI rambled on about friends and foes,misspelled words and all.When I was ten, I fancied myself a poetess of… Read more
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What is your worth?
Is your self worth attached to a wallOr in the hidden notes of clinking medalsIs it aroused by appreciative callsOr buried in the vanity of pancake that a magazine peddlesDoes… Read more