Sly sybarite siren’s song
Solemn softly soars
Ships slip sideways sinking slow
Shattering smooth shores
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Sunlight searing spreading sets
Scorching scattered sins
Sea swept silver sorrow stills
Skeleton souls skinned
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Shining scales slither slack
Shoulders somber set
She steals sea salt sewing sobs
Survivors spun sonnet
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Stringing stories sickly sweet
Soothing saccharine sighs
She stows such secrets skillfully
Seducing starlit skies
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Lily Dunlop
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Maker of children's books, poems, and YA fiction
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My Body is My Birthright
I wasn’t ready to be The whole world To someone Until I was my body is my birthright - Lily Dunlop — Her body is her birthright and their body is theirs. Nearly 60% of all abortions are had by people who are already mothers. As #shirleychisholm put it: “Abortion is a fact of life. Women have always had them; they always have and they always will. Are they going to have good ones or bad ones? Will the good ones be reserved for the rich, while the poor women go to quacks?”
By Lily Dunlop4 years ago in Poets
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