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“Mother! Ripped apart. Reaped stones of poverty, weeds that sprouted. Grown to fast, crowned young mother. HIV reaped the harvest of my parents left me with nothing but toddler to take care of. Robbed my youth and my hey days, left naked among a thousand suns. The splendor, the splendor of pain. My face is beautiful broken pottery, a poetry art scene. The screams inside ravage and rammer the very child born along thorns of anguish.” — Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche
Mother!
Ripped apart.
Reaped stones of poverty,
weeds that sprouted.
Grown to fast,
crowned young mother.
HIV reaped the harvest of my parents left me with nothing but toddler to take care of.
Robbed my youth and my hey days, left naked among a thousand suns. The splendor, the splendor of pain. My face is beautiful broken pottery,
a poetry art scene.
The screams inside ravage and rammer the very child born along thorns of anguish.