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Aug 2017
I was 14 years old when I learned resilience
My mom was sitting in the garage,
I can't see her eyes in the dark.
"It's okay to crumble at night, young lady.
But make **** sure you snap it all back together in the morning."

I was 19 and heartbroken for the first time.
My mother lighted my cigarette.
"The next time someone told you they love you just because you're pretty, show them your darkness and tell them to go **** themselves."

I was 23 and wondering if I'm worth it.
My mom showed me a baby picture of me.
"Your Papa wasn't there when you we're born,
I was in that ******* labor room and I was alone.
and that's when I know that I don't need any man to feel powerful."
Kimberly Jane Sioco
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Kimberly Jane Sioco  F/Manila, PH
(F/Manila, PH)   
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