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Poetry & Art

Baby Girl

A child sat down next to me and that child was me.
Her arms were crossed and there were tears in her eyes
She asked me why it rained and how they could do such a thing.
I told her I didn’t know.
A girl sat down next to me and that girl was me.
Her eyes were hardened and there were holes in her heart
She asked me how to feel, and why she hated the air she breathed
I told her I couldn’t know.
A woman sat down behind me and that woman was me.
She was bleeding from her eyes, unable to hold it in
Gasping and writhing she asked me when I would heal
I told her I didn’t know how.
An angel sat in front of me and that angel was what I could be.
Arms outstretched, glowing with ancient hope.
She kissed me on my cheeks and told me it was time
Her summons brought me to my knees
I turned to the child, whose eyes were wide with longing
And held her in my arms until I became we.

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by Genausha Moses

I am an unfinished piece of literature, constantly slipping between my own lines.

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