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I received a pocketknife for my birthday,
So I could be a barn worker, just what I wanted to be,
But my knife did more for m..
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My first lover, an illegal immigrant boy who I fell in love with when I as just leaving for college.
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A letter I wish I could send to my mother without offending her.
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Though it is very difficult for me, after years of emotional and sexual abuse (and always believing that I had called on it upon myself), I'm now star..
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Yossi and I wrote this poem together.
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Don’t lie with me as I wait for this body to rot,
As this spirit has died infinitely,
Drifting away from all that is true, soon it will no..
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Ultimate miracle of creation, which blesses us so deeply,
Thus divine presence of our flesh and blood lay upon my
breast..
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A dedication to my husband. He continues to inform me that he should love me when I feel I have only shamed all who know me.
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I was a virgin, carefree and blithe
Strong, agile, with an open heart.
Innocent, young woman, full of life!
Such passion for life; a wond..
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As I continue therapy and learn from other abuse victims/survivors, I'm learning I went through more than I thought.
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