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A dance for self-love

Few minutes ago, I was feeling sad, alone, unloved… not knowing what to do, what to be… Tired of this journey…even if day after day I can sense the joy that allows me to surrender and have faith that I am doing the right thing, that I don’t need to worry, that all is well… 347 more words

Love

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​I am not allowed to feel because feeling would mean that I am human, feeling would mean that I am more than just an object to be used. 260 more words

Poetry

Abortion. A moral issue.

“I do not think the United States Government should be stepping in and making those most personal of decisions.” -Hillary Clinton on abortion

That sounds great! 1,662 more words

Iambic Pentameter (The Ode Less Travelled, Written Exercise Two)

Without Caesura or Enjambement

Outside the window

The tiny spots of rain fall down unheard,

while the sunshine hides behind grey curtains.

What I’d Like to Eat… 178 more words

Poetry

My body, my temple.

I’ve carried a child within my body, slept with them on my chest. I’ve kissed little toes and wiped away tears. I’ve been vomited on, peed on and spent sleepless nights cradling my child. 181 more words

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