The Weight of Womanhood
burdens and blessings can weigh the same
By Jenna SediPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Jordan Donaldson | @jordi.d on Unsplash
Her name is Atlas,
peaked shoulders heave sky and fate.
We watch her erode.
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About the Creator
Jenna Sedi
What I lack in serotonin I more than make up for in self-deprecating humor.
Zoo designer who's eyeballs need a hobby unrelated to computer work... so she writes on her laptop.
Passionate about conservation and sustainability.
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There is so much packed into this. Keeps me thinking and rereading. Everytime I read it I think of something new. Wonderful writing!