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Baby Chance is thriving, set to possibly graduate from the NICU this month!

"This little boy's entire existance defies the worst pro-abortion nihilism, and I'm here for it."

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Adriana Smith IS NOT the first woman that this has happened to. There will be more unfortunately.

Also most of the babies “born” in these cases have died or have been severely disabled.

There’s been 50 cases.

#adriana smith #chance smith #Marlise Muñoz #medical malpractice #Georgia #anti choice #United States #politics #medicine

Appalling.

What is even more disgusting is that this isn’t the first time this has been done…

#blm #wtf #racism #Adriana Smith #chance smith

Where did you take it

After it was gone from me?

Where does it now lie?

The love I gave you, the bulk of of it all,

Where did you put it,

Since breaking it off?

It’s gone from me now,

There’s none remaining,

I try to find it,

And there’s nothing left.

So where did you hide it,

Where is it now?

Does it mean anything to you,

Or have only you forgotten it?

#Chance Daniel Smith #Chance Smith #Poem #Poet #Poetry #Kinda blue

06/20/2017

I remember the long cold black

The screaming seething ice on my hands and cheeks

The dark and oblivion around and within me

The sadness deep in my soul

The drunkenness deep in my brain

The cyanide remembrance of last week

Choking nostalgia through my teeth

And the year before.

I remember the late cartoon nights

And the wine that took me far away

And the weed that challenged my thoughts to try again

And her laugh that laughed at me

Not with me

Without me

Not for me

Forgot me.

I remember the books I read to stay awake

To evade the nightmares of sleep

To remain in nightmares awake

Trapped away from my oxygen

On the other side of the glass

Taunting me

Forcing me to know

That that air wasn’t for me

Even though god himself

Promised it all to me alone.

I remember the screaming singing ringing drives

In the blizzards

The vulcher half dead songs

Clutching me to sing along

To sing alone

And to tell them what I lost.

I remember those fatal days

When my life was fine,

But my soul was black

And my mind was a crime.

I remember her.

Her voice a garden.

For my heart to grow.

With asbestos in the soil.

I remember me.

Before I was like this.

When I was young.

Innocent.

Free.

Happy.

That was yesterday.

#Chance Daniel Smith #Chance Smith #Poem #Poet #Poetry #Blue #Kinda blue

Nameless Faces and Faceless Names (June 7th, 2018)

The nights sprawled odd, when I could remember

That it mattered

Care’d about the ones you did and didn’t

Behind the glass.

The sandy toe’d stranger someplace else

And the sandy toe’d self now

All along the way over

Wrapped into it, wanting to know.

The new one pinged along

And the old one joined the song

And my heartbeat beat the gong

And I actually cared to smile.

There was no effort

Only the flow of water

It built up on it’s own

And stopped with her.

#Chance Daniel Smith #Chance Smith #Poetry #Poem #Poet #Kinda blue

“The New Year delves into the human tendency that some of us hold in the face of personal tragedy, and that’s the masochistic need to reach oblivion; the impulsive rush to escape the post-traumatic limbo of an underwhelming aftermath in favor of complete and total loss of well-being”