At 55 years old I feel every ounce of her pain. Words indeed have power; stinging, echoing, punishing power.

I have been told so many times that my dreams aren't really and I can never do them its killed my confidence so much

when i heard that one kikuo song i immediately came here cuz it reminded me of this

Don't cry Maia. It is ok. All moms are like this

I wish I discovered this beautiful piece earlier.

OMG I totally forgot! I’m so sorry!💐

Amazing! Way to go Amy 😊

WOW!! Great poem! And what a memory! So brilliantly recited too! It took me 3 days just to learn a 6 line poem by Thomas Shadwell.

I want to be great ❤️🤞🏿✊🏿

Let's go Kayle 🎉

Firstt

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I love her eyes… i don’t understand why her mom said she was average looking!

You do not do, you do not do

"If you come any closer, I'll bite you and smile red" I love it 😅

Even when you become as intimate with someone as u r with t phones

Really…..what difference does it make?

WOW...

Just letting whoevoer's reading this know that GOD gave up HIS Son, Jesus, for us. He died and rose on the third day. If you want to be saved, confess with your mouth that Jesus is LORD, and believe in your heart that GOD raised Him from the dead. I encourage you to try GOD out, HE is all we really need.

Love love love Fernanda.

You guys are both just charming!

Oh my god I feel so guilty! I promise not to miss next week!❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕

I was missing you last week then I totally spaced this week 🫣

Mom: Clean your room! 13yo me:

This is so good. And that part where her voice started to break, I felt it.❤

YAY JAMES!!!

Fernanda Herrera! I'm stunned! "Our houses are lined with wind chimes rusting in the wind..." Your poem is gorgeous! I'm honored to have your regard.

That is so relatable! It was indeed jaw dropping performance ❤

She needs to sttu already.

I really enjoy listening to you guys. You stretch my brain in unusual ways that don’t come naturally to me. It’s like trying to learn the concept of fluidity with a mind that likes fact based theories. I have a question though, what is the response poem about?

Damn it I missed you again!

wow, such a beautiful and expressive performance

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Mexico was colonized Spaniards for 300 years, so remenber that colonization does not define us they try to erase us from history but we are still here

heartbreaking 💔❤️ so much love and power to those wonderful parents❤

wow... started off funny but I was so, so moved by the ending. sometimes the discrimination and the passionate cruelty of strangers and 'family' makes me lose sight of what a beautiful thing being queer is too, that ending was a much-needed uplifting reminder. love will on keep living, so will we, no matter how much they try to extinguish us ❤️🌈

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Hi guys! Sorry I missed you live! I had a chamber of commerce meeting last night.

I honestly love both this woman’s and Sylvia’s readings of Daddy!❤‍🩹

Her mom is a jerk but she kinda has a point. In my opinion, this poem shows the importance of teaching your kids and not insulting them.

Wow....this kinda made me physically sick.

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Nice!

Loved the speech and flow here, such a great poem. Powerful prose here. "Dear Mother" was so well delivered.

Powerful, well spoken! Such great lines spoken here.

shut the f#ck up b#tch: you're just using Maia to make you feel better about your life or choices.

Children Lost In Books SUDZ Oct 25 I am a petroleum bi product in the heat of conversation , in a memory play of white smokey columns of echoing recollection , a concatenation of a torrid breeze that swirls in imagery , the steamboat whispers of anecdotal dreamstate in my imagination , roll me cross time on a mass immigration of useless vapour , the words of the wise are similar to that of many fools , with self sufficiency in insufficient and deficient thoughts , I walk in reminiscence of a time lost to an age in a teacup of recollection, as the rain falls on children lost in the books that gather only dust , we all need answers as we ride the pale blue dot of confusion , but will they ever become lucid and accurate , actualities to who we are ?, suggestibility will ring a bell within the corridors of ageing hope , as I dream of a park where our hands never parted and lips seldom touched, we sat and gazed into the immortality of this absentmindness of true love , true love is a coloured bird on a perch that sings on the morrow , sweetly, are the eyes of perfection in an imperfect way we fool ourselves , most will disagree until the clock runs down and the image fades .

magnificent!!

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