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RED
Taboo
Cautionary
Loud
Transgressive
Feverish
Powerful
Inflamed
Classy
Tacky
Infectious
Lustful
Lust Inducing
Painful
Irate
Hellish
I remember standing
in the dressing room of Dillard's
with my found Grandma
as she asserted
"honey, Red is your color."
I collected her commentary
and carried it around in the back pocket
of my...
Tuesday 30th July 2024 5:07 pm
the bias and the man and her reckoning
Smile With Your Teeth
He said let's take a picture
Let all of these boys know that you're mine
I said that's alright mister
But I’m not only into guys
He just laughed and pet my head
And I felt this feeling in my stomach
A fire started to burn
But then he smiled
I knew then that I could be alright
With a man by my side.
When he smiled.
I’m alright.
He said you are ugly
I cu...
Friday 9th June 2023 7:39 pm
Run Rabbit Run
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
But the poor little rabbit didn't know that.
She missed the memo, too absorbed in gathering carrots
To think about the path she took home.
The farmer was out with his friends, laughing with a cigarette
Dangling from his lips. He was looking for the perfect morsel for his
Wicked pie when he saw the little rabbit snuffling around in the bushes.
...
Monday 1st May 2023 12:42 am
don't hmu.
youre a good little girl,
he types.
youre submissive arent you,
he moans, over text.
he expects a beguiled,
blushing emoji in response.
what he gets is three dots and an empty silence so loud he remembers what he is.
a greasy teen (21 years of age).
a lusty manchild looking for another child.
he tells me im a cute and submissive girl,
with luscious milk bags.
...
Wednesday 14th September 2022 12:43 am
I couldn't think of another stanza
curled on a velvet chair
in a darkening room
is a monstorous teen.
outside the blackening,
is a fading pink sky.
the clouds within whisper to shepards,
"Delighted I Hope"
and on the highest grassy hills,
the shepards face eternity.
Friday 9th September 2022 8:08 pm
girls and their nonsense.
floating in that acrid pool of nothingness,
a feather kissed the tip of my nose and whispered softly over my face.
in that moment, decided.
i watch the village of women who surround me each day,
awash with a soft awe at their mossy eyes and woolen hands.
i link arms with the girl i love most on a late night walk,
running from the boy who asked me to give apart of myself.
...
Monday 20th June 2022 3:08 pm
parties are the end of the world.
ive been invited to a party this saturday.
i think i will go,
i think i will get as drunk as i can.
to feel the painful crushing weight of the sunday hangover.
im going to act as if i am in a french film.
i will tell each person a different lie,
tell them something i've made up about myself.
these people dont know me.
dont know me at all.
but whats more lik...
Thursday 2nd June 2022 11:09 pm
I AM! I AM! I AM!
charcoal toothpaste.
teeth whitening strips.
water on a bathroom floor muddied with muttered songs.
cans of who and why on a windowsill.
forehead sweat. made to stick fringes.
quick to anger. founded in a parent not so unlike.
jerking awake. jolting asleep. comfort nul.
calm mornings when the sun alarms.
evil feelings when green and yellow lie dormant.
stuttered uttered eye contac...
Saturday 28th May 2022 10:26 pm
Affirmations for my mother
You are a woman,
beautiful,
black,
God’s masterpiece,
created with
majestic power
and divinity—
The type of woman
who could never
be tamed
or possessed.
One deserving of
love, respect,
and civility.
Saturday 30th October 2021 3:47 am
It's good to be a woman
It's good to be a woman at 30 years old.
You can even ask for vodka to be cold.
At thirty you have something to surprise,
And see the excitement in his eyes.
When you are forty he nervously trembles.
Hundred-year old man with Viagra gambles.
It's good to be a woman at the age of fifty
Climax has already passed, you are shifty.
It's good to be a woman at the age of sixty.
...Sunday 21st April 2019 6:34 pm
Womanhood
I.
How does a girl become a woman?
The first time her royal blue skirt
Was stained with drops of blood
Tainted childhood's innocence
Of fertility's awakening.
Rules had chained her feet from crossing
The bridge towards a boy playing
His piece in a saxophone
Lullabies of attraction
A petty love from the ashes of lust.
Chains rang as she heavily walked
Up the stairs of her fantasies
...
Sunday 10th September 2017 3:33 pm
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