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robin

artist
lover
mother
wife

bound by the flesh
her worth
weighed
measured

not
in the size of her heart
her capacity for love
the brightness of her smile

her gifts and talents
eclipsed, paled
by the number on the scale

A contest entry

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  • Sweet Impatience gold member
    June 19
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    this is sad, but a feeling I know all too well. Judged for how one looks instead of what's on the inside. This is something that I still find myself struggling with, years later I find I do it to myself.

    We are important, we matter and I believe that what's on the inside, our hearts and who we are as woman is far more important than any number.


    Kathy


  • Lady Michaella
    April 22
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    wow.. this is fantastic!!
    its very surprising, and very original too. something about it just draws me in.. like i want to know more and more!

    well done with this one, a truly interesting piece of poetry well written, and a great snapshot of life!!

    thanks so much for entering!
    and best of luck in the contest!
    -Lady Michaella-

  • kheminder
    April 21
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    lovel