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I was a pound and a half I was very small I couldn’t eat, not even breathe… I was so small everyone thought I was going to die I was so small I couldn’t fit on my mother's hand I was so small my bed used to be a shoe box I was so small... Continue Reading →

REFLECTION OF WHICH WAY HOME

Hola, This poem, is a response to the documentary Which Way Home, I watched the documentary during a special event at The New School when I was an undergraduate student in the Spring of 2011. On my way home I was very emotional. When I am very emotional I normally I write, and that is what I did on my way home that afternoon. Enjoy!

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