my mother's mother
had no voice. her
mother's mother had
no choice. they swept
away lies and held
down cries so that
their children could
be birthed with more.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
xxviii. sacrifice
my mother's mother
had no voice. her
mother's mother had
no choice. they swept
away lies and held
down cries so that
their children could
be birthed with more.
