Broken Dolls My room is crowned with broken dolls Adorning embellished gowns I cannot always play with them Still admire them everyday One has a fragile broken arm The other’s leg has come off Then there’s the one whose hair I cut Expecting it to grow back Broken beauties as they are My dolls give me ambition That broken pieces as I am No one needs to fix me. This poem that I wrote, communicates 3 resources I have found in myself and all the women I have worked with. * A unique story- Everyone has a story that only they can tell and only they experienced. Acknowledging these stories within our selves and those of others, helps us to heal and be psychologically well. * We are not alone- While our stories are unique, those of others similar to ours empower us and motivate us. In a world where judgement can be harsh, numbers are a definite resource. Life- This indispensable resource reminds me that no matter how broken I may be, there is a reason I am still breathing..and you too.

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