How can you call me a mer…
How can you call me a mere servant When I’m a servant of the most high God How can I complain of having imperfect eyesight When I see with these eyes what no one else can How can you laugh that I only...
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I mourn for my son, my child. My body, my womb cries for him. My arms long for his warmth, his weight. My ears long for the sound of his cooing, his cry, His quiet breathing. I mourn for my son, my...
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