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I am my father's daughter
He sees his tenacity in me
I am my grandmother’s granddaughter
She sees her green thumb in me
I am my brother’s sister
He sees his ambitions in me
I am my mother’s daughter
She sees her creativity in me
but who am I to them when they can no longer see themselves in me?
and what am I worth when I am only myself?
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Alys Revna
Welcome 🌓 I'm Alys. I share stories and poems about things I love like magic, our Mother Earth, and mental health.
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Great work, have a look at my poems, Broken Mirror, and Lying Mirrors