the little girl that love never chose
the little girl that i once was bitterly resides in the hollow of my chest and claws reminders against my rib cage of every fear i've...
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the daughter we won't raise
the daughter we won't raise still waits for you in the hollow of a life never lived her laughter an echo, dispersed the day forever fell...
all my ghostsÂ
i outlived the girl who loved you life has etched smile lines into my skin that you've never touched but there are nights my old...
femininityÂ
lingers between my independence and me running a soft invitation along the ridges of my resolve to unclench my calloused fists that i...
Grapeshot acknowledges the Wallumattagal clan, of the Dharug nation as the traditional custodians of the land on which we work and meet. We acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded, no treaty was signed, and would like to pay our respects to Elders, past, present and emerging.
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We would like to extend those respects to all First Nations people reading. Always was, always will be, Aboriginal land.
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