This post is dedicated to children living in abusive homes because their mothers could not get up and walk away to find help and to get them out of such a horrible environment. It’s time for women to stop making excuses and start taking their duty to protect the children seriously. No child should suffer […]
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Father, daughters and mangrove sticks You took our hands, and we walked towards the road. We stood on the side of the road. As you checked both sides for any cars coming. When it was all clear, we crossed the road. The sound of the sea waves was quiet. The tide was low. You let
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This post is dedicated to a girl from Idaho. Her story has inspired me to write about the struggle children face in homes where alcohol takes the seat of priority and destruction. Robbing them of love and compassion from the very people they look up to for love and protection. The gentle sobbing of little
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You won’t thrive with toxic blood. You won’t see the beauty of the universe with toxic blood. When the sun rises on a black day. What do I do? I’m deprived of light deprived of warmth deprived of sensibility I’m alone with my thoughts I questioned my decision to sort out my family I haven’t
In the garden stood beautiful orchids later will be a reminder of a curse they casted on me. Cream background dotted with yellow polka dots with a violet middle inside. Trailing obediently in order on their black, rough trails. Releasing the mesmerizing sweet scent of vanilla overlapping a touch of clove. Infusing with the scent
The hand that tilts the land under the heat of the sun—To my dearest father Under the heat of the sun, drops of sweat from the hand tilting the land. Burning through his shirt under the merciless heat of the sun. From sunrise to late afternoon. With a little break under the trees. Squatting like
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All the pain you’ve lived through. There are no words to express my regrets. All the violence that paves your world.
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When you’re drowning in despair, there is no one to pick you up, to catch you fall. But you have to raise up to the occasion.
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Trap in the cycle of poverty. Not by choice but by force. Forced upon them by their parents. Trapped in a cycle of poverty and helplessness without a soul. Is a child born into a destiny of bitterness and poverty? A child born with freedom, only to have it ripped out of his heart the
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