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Skipping Stones
by Courtney Frey

Birthmother

Ten years ago,
closed was the only way to go.
What they didn't know,
Was us.
Our generation of skipping stones.

Pregnancy in houses kept,
Those girls whose families wept
In shame.
While babies born,
were quickly taken 'fore the mourn.

They were before.

And now we walk the streets
Out loud.
The choice a sign of faith.
We want the answers as to how,
Good choices can be made.

Don't put us in a far off home,
don't hide us in your shame.
We are the skipping stones,
On a path that needs to change.

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