Cynthia’s Substack
I was quiet for too long. Now words are spilling out of me about life, pain and hope.
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For my Sons.... (opens the original)
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I rememberLong nights divided into three-hour shiftsRed cars that spoke soundsFaces on trains that choo-chooPrimary blue ABC’s learned through rhymeCrawls became wobbly stepsThe pain to see bruisesBruises became growthThe people that have hurt you along the waySadness bled through tearsBecame both our struggleWords became sentencesDefiant sentences became your voiceAs you find yourselfWhile you looked upOur brown eyes metAnd now I look up<
Jasmine (opens the original)
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