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Whitney Wetosi

My Heart Bleeds for Her

By Whitney Wetosi: My Heart Bleeds For Her Somedays I look at my daughter Sleeping peacefully, no frowns marring her face And then the tears come, as I stroke her hair My heart bleeds for her This tiny soul, who…

A Stranger in My Body

By Whitney Wetosi: There is a stranger in my body. The stranger’s beats keep me alive, alive to witness beautiful sunsets and sunrises. The stranger was given to me on an operating table, put inside me to bring forth life,…

The Days When …

By Whitney Wetosi: The days when I could paint my lips And walk around comfortably in public The days when short dresses were my thing Flaunting my hourglass figure as I walked They were the days when I walked with…