I hold onto my mom pouch not because it makes me weak but because it
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9 months ago
sparkymarki
I hold onto my mom pouch not because it makes me weak but because it reminds me we ve had to build a life from bone and breath No deed No front door No picket fence Just heartbeat Just hunger Just him We were homeless But not without a home Because where he rests his head on me where his breath dances with mine that is our address Home is not a place It s a person I birthed A soul I swore to shelter A star I caught in my bare hands So no I m not ashamed of my pouch It s the tent I slept in while the storm passed It s the blanket he once kicked inside my womb It s the proof that I was the first roof And still am