Category: Poetry
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Breaking The Cycle
My kids wont have to worry.My kids wont have to stop playing with their toys to listen to the crack of their door to hear what their parents are saying. My kids wont have to recognize the sound of our footsteps.They wont have to be afraid when dad takes off his belt.My kids wont have…
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Mourning the Living
Broken. Again by the same family line.The ones who hurt me instead of grew my shine.They’ve taken everything from me and my siblings too.They’re so selfish they deny every bruise. Yesterday the walls spoke in cold, hollow tones,Judges, papers, claims—they don’t know our bones.My voice shook but they silenced it with law,My truth dismissed, my…
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Where the Flower Leans
When she was born,her mother placed a flower by the window—small, unsure,petals folded like tiny hands learning to pray. “Watch,” her mother said,“it will always turn toward the light.” The girl grew in seasons.In spring, she ran barefoot through wet grass,laughing with a mouth full of sky.Her mother braided her hair like winding stems,tucking courage…
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Whole
By: Dana Miracle You weren’t the one who had to stay,but you showed up anyway.When life was heavy, cold, and rough,your love stepped in — and that was enough. You didn’t owe me all you gave,you built me strong, you made me brave.Through broken starts and tear-stained nights,you turned my darkness into light. You’re my…
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Where I’m From Poem “The Little Girl Who Was Misunderstood” Dana Miracle
I am from notebooks and diaries. From kids toys and baby bottles. I am from the system, trauma, and neglect. The smell of cigarettes, smoke fumes, and drugs in the drawers. I am from carnations. The uncut weeds from the lawn my parent’s neglected. I’m from get togethers at my nanas with chai. I’m from…