To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice

I am the child that was never borna fledgling bird nestled in the egg of my mother’s wombwhose flight feathers hadn’t even grown in before I was returned to the earthmy mother’s choice had me fading back into the skythe carbon of my cells once more turned into starsbones exhaled into the wind that driedContinueContinue reading “To Those Who Hate My Mother For Her Choice”

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