𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐
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i love you, it looks like rain, June Gehringer
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I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.
Nikita Gill
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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"
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—LOVE DISORDERS AND OTHER OLD HEARTACHES, by Ashe Vernon
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Solmaz Sharif, Look: Poems; “Look”
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Sometimes I think about how beautiful it is that humans sing despite it all. That through suffering, we still sing. How even on the worst of days in the world, there were still people singing. The way a mother sings a lullaby to her crying baby to soothe her. Or the way sailors sang sea shanties out even on choppy oceans to build a sense of familiarity and camaraderie as they worked. Or how even in the depths of the earth, coal miners sing. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing about the human spirit? That we found a way to reach each other in the darkness. To let each other know through song, that do not worry, I am here. Let us sing together and ease each others fears.
- Nikita Gill
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Natasha Trethewey, from Thrall: Poems; "Mythology"
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