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Sometimes the way I’m living feels like I’m in exile in my own backyard. Many in my situation often feel the same way. For those of you who don’t know what it’s like to be a homeless parent, this blog is dedicated to you! I often run into people who don’t realize I’m homeless because apparently, …
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Falling by the wayside

July 24th, 2013 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Poetry - (0 Comments)

This is a poem to show what it’s like to try to go grocery shopping when you’re poor.   Falling by the wayside   Grocery list in hand Will I have enough? There’s only so much I can do Till the end of the month   Kids asking for stuff We can’t afford Even though …
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And we remembered who we are

July 21st, 2013 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Poetry - (0 Comments)

Today She was holding my hand along a path The ancient ones once walked   I held her hand because I Didn’t want to let her go I asked her to look down What plants do you see And what can they be used for? I could see her thinking Reaching back to that place …
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Trust your inner voice

July 15th, 2013 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Poetry - (0 Comments)

Looking back at the years of my life Is like Watching all my experiences On replay   But the ones that stand out Are the ones remembered Through the eyes of my daughters Watching their mother   Yeah, times have been rough And sometimes rough got rougher Because there was no one to catch us …
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It is therapy

July 8th, 2013 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Poetry - (0 Comments)

  When my hands touch the earth It is therapy Here I am not homeless or Wondering what tomorrow will bring   When I plant seeds I see How I fit in with growing cycles Sanctuary from the daily grind Of bleeding on empty   When I see the first blossoms Spring rains bring I …
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Remembering

July 2nd, 2013 | Posted by Carey Fuller in Poetry - (0 Comments)

Watching people treat themselves like an enemy inspired this one…..   Remembering   Convoluted, polluted and diluted Is what the machine wants you to believe Is truth   But my truth comes from looking back At where I came from Remembering the reality Of other people’s insanity   Remembering the apathy Of related inconsistencies Creating …
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