To the woman who pulled me away from the gawking men at my grand father's funeral. To the woman who saved me while these men asked me questions and silenced me. The only thing they seemed to know how to talk about with a ten year old girl being when I'm going to have kids. Not about my grand father or about school or about my ambitions. No those are only things men can have they tell me when I try and speak about mine. I sit there in silence as they grill my brother with questions about his goals and dreams and the multiple women he'll go through but I can only go through one man they tell me. I would like to say thank you for pulling me away for teaching me I don't have to stay. That I don't have to listen to men who don't want to hear what I have to say. Thank you for teaching me how to walk with my head held high and lastly thank you for the words you spoke "a mother is one of the many things a woman can be but it is not the only thing that defines her".
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The live's I've lived
PoetryThis is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or...
