I Was Born for Real Love. {poetry}
I wasn’t born for perfection, submission, or suppression. I wasn’t born for fear and confusion. I was born for love. I want to go there.
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Michelle Madrid-Branch
Dandelions, Cordoba, and Power of Spiritual Reunion.
I can only express the sensation I had as a girl when I’d blow on dandelions. I felt connected to my papa. I didn’t have to apologize for it.
We Are The Capables: Words of Resilience for the Orphaned. {poetry}
Not capable. Not able. Not reliable. Not acceptable. I cupped my hands over my ears. Still, the mocking continued. Mocking words.