Bitter melon seeds
Water the ground like bullets
Planted, as children
About the Creator
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I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
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Apologizing for No Reason: My Learned Habit
When I was growing up, I was taught to always say “sorry.” It was considered polite and a way to avoid getting noticed or punished. I did my best to be a good girl and stay out of trouble. Despite my efforts, the adults around me would still find something wrong and ask me to apologize. I didn’t realize I could stand up for myself because no one taught me that.
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár3 days ago in Humans
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So many layers to these words, sad, happy, old life growing up into new life. Hope, possibilities, on and on I still go. Lovely and deep words.
And what will grow? There's a lot to play with from this, in my mind. It's meaning is not clear and so my brain lingers on possibilities.
Wow, amazing haiku!🫶