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Cardstock postcard with envelope.

island
‘it takes a village to raise a child,’
but most days, i feel like i am on an island,
sending off smoke signals
my hair a mess in tangled braids
dirt caked on my skin
my lips cracked and
my voice hoarse
from calling for help.
i write messages in the sand,
but the rain washes them away.
i scribble pleas, put them in a bottle,
and watch them drift off to sea,
my requests left unread.
‘it takes a village to raise a child,’
but most days,
i am the only person on this island.