Poetry
By adrienne maree brown, 2016-08-17
the weight i carry
(shame in the blood, grief fragments)
is feathered with love
.
the shame i carry
(weight as a mask, living guilt)
is never lonely
the grief i carry
(guilt like a knife, my love tithe)
is worth my whole heart
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