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My Poetry!
I’m posting this a bit late today. I didn’t forget; I’ve been out and about celebrating my birthday. Welcome, 49! Today I shall celebrate myself,… Read more.
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Spell Against Indifference by Maria Popva
For Day 15 of National Poetry Month, I give you the brilliant Maria Popova! The rain falls and fallscool, bottomless, and prehistoricfalls like night —not… Read more.
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Sonnet by Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson
I had no thought of violets of late,The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feetIn wistful April days, when lovers mateAnd wander through the… Read more.
This is the Mask
This is the mask.
My mask.
It hides my scars: The scared girl I was.
The scared woman I am.
The seeker that never finds what she is looking for and wonders if she is even worthy to know.
This is the mask.
My mask.
It lets me pretend
It lets me believe
It lets me feel strong, look strong, be strong.
Until I take it off.
~Nicole Kapise Perkins
“Words made faerie tales.”
— le thi diem thuy
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