Happy Mother's Day No More
My womb remains barren by choice. No baby has carved their way out of me - and it likely won’t in this lifetime. I know nothing of what...
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Some poetry for you....
breeannaksmith
- May 10
- 2 min
My Turn to Take Care of You, Grandmadarling
You have looked the same to me since my first memory of you. Lines etched onto your skin like the trails of a hike worth climbing to see...
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breeannaksmith
- May 1
- 1 min
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN POETS AND ARCHEOLOGISTS
(prompt from @theconstantpoet) Plot twist. There are none. My poems are buried deep within me, layers of sediment and time sealing them...
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breeannaksmith
- Mar 22
- 2 min
Golden Handcuffs to Paper Chains
The handcuffs crafted of gold get so tight this week my wrists are left with red marks and skin rubbed raw A discomfort distracting...
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breeannaksmith
- Mar 7
- 1 min
To the Women In My Lineage:
When I think of the women in my lineage, I know that I carry The voices of wisdom who did not have access to write their stories. I...
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breeannaksmith
- Feb 20
- 1 min
A Moment on the Lips
A moment on the lips, forever on the hips, eh? Then my hips hold onto forever moments Of tart lemon curd spread across a flaky hot scone...
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