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I recall Three years of detachment My parents at the kitchen table The fate I knew might await her Guilt burrowing deep inside my heart that I had not done enough to save her I remember conditional...
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love with out time disrupted. i was living in the gaps of a family visiting love in cages, I understand desire and quiet rage created from pg 126 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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has difficulties, love has no weight. created from pg 210 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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Peaks of earth push summer snow to clouds a spectrum of green causes the heart to burst. a home to lose self and be found Hold onto beauty while I fumble to retrieve my light the land of nightmares is...
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listened closely to words with the fierce loyalty of a daughter’s love catalogued narratives behind hesitation. And, Many years later, birthed the words waiting created from pg 48 of A Girl Named...
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In honor of Father’s Day, I’m sharing this poem from my memoir, A Girl Named Truth. It’s not an erasure poem in technical terms, but it’s, I think you will understand, still an erasure. I don’t...
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lay down trusses truth speak in Love and send it home The house is shuttered against winds and wild beauty. we talk in code about loss created from pg 296 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea...
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through forests remember sun births the sweet smell of billowed air disappear behind ferns to pretend We grow with love the days we can believe in created from pg 150 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir...
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beside conditions Show A Different World made together boldly clear of the piercing dissonance of power learn to love a new Truth created from pg 134 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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sing this young girl through thundering skies free a strength clouded by fear Before she asks who loves truth created from pg 5 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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child, believe we move to push aside thorns bloom rooms for a home wipe clean their pitchy residue I was born with closed shades to cover my Truth created from pg 15 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by...
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Me hold me look at me my eyes search for connection without anger there is hope, there is love created from pg 18 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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love plays In photographs hiding from the camera Here we are inside smiles a family of four in the division of love created from pg 30 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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in my efforts to please him, I pushed the hill of sand beside our tepee neglecting me reluctance is work heels dragging in dirt to please the man who wanted me to love him more I forgot my voice...
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Inside I feel water building behind walls I don’t have enough love to give you Can you promise me strength Are you willing to hear the shake of my body we walk through my heart Created from pg 51 of A...
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dare to speak do not hide, to disappear is missed joy. neurons fire mirrors of the self play melt in tears of a child’s transparent happiness Silence was my enemy created from pg 47 of A Girl Named...
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find a place to play love hand me cups of sweet cherries and hug me full look at me knotted I couldn’t help feeling broken explore me now covered in scars created from pg 102 of A Girl Named Truth, a...
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my voice uncertain. I took the side of struggle move me into love to look at me sing my Truth created from pg 105 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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pick through my barrier fly out child come home to love open me to Nirvana With our bare feet gallop through doors created from pg 112 of A Girl Named Truth, a memoir by Alethea Kehas
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we had cans of pop with Pringles watched Flintstones in our pajamas in a house where Lysol reigned shoes disappeared before the fern carpet of the living room white chairs swiveled my restless body...
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