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Wounded | A Poem by Blanca Alicia Garza

Like a wounded creature
howling at the rising moon,
I lick the scars of
my shattered being,
Bleeding, memories
Running down my cheeks.
I whisper sorrows to my
dearest friends the stars,
always there, bright,
illuminating the night,
helping to dry the tears
of all suffering hearts.
I’ll never give up,
I’m ready to fight once again.

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