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  • Writer's pictureSophia Aguiñaga

(the truth)

happiness is not

bliss, elation

wordless comfort

and its pleasure

she is all those

she is far more

she is too

challenge, breaking

devastating infliction

and its pain

she is The Mother

surrounding, carrying

holding us

then inciting us to

recognize her

through the darkness

and isolation of birth

we confuse her gift

of emancipation

with banishment

though she's never

left us and

never could

(the truth)

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