Mrs. Cole sometimes its hard to talk to people
because I talk weird
walk weird
I hope you understand me
Does this make sense, Mrs. Cole?
It's just that my brain is different
Does this sound good, Mrs. Cole?
His hand shakes
waits for me to tell him he's good enough
because to him, I'm good enough
He drinks in the conversation
lived enough of his life in thirst
to savor a kind word
I try not to hate the people
that made him doubt his voice
Friday, March 31, 2017
3.31
there are a thousand ways to be woman
right now I am the kind that knows you are looking
eyes roaming my pages
for your story
right now I am the kind that knows you are looking
eyes roaming my pages
for your story
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
3.29
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
or really, only 3
right now i am the maiden
and i am treading
along the edges of your flesh
the winged future nestled in my breast
right now i am the mother
bound to anyone selfish enough
to need me
right now i am the crone
and everything she has lived
and lost
or really, only 3
right now i am the maiden
and i am treading
along the edges of your flesh
the winged future nestled in my breast
right now i am the mother
bound to anyone selfish enough
to need me
right now i am the crone
and everything she has lived
and lost
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
3.28
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
right now i am the kind with dirt in my mouth
the best parts of me live underground
my roots entangled with redwoods and pine
i am silent, steady
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
right now i am the kind that dances fast
waits for the snakes to find my ankles
climb my body
find their way to my head
medusa's daughter
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
right now i am the kind that swallows the earth
waits to feel you all
inside me
right now i am the kind with dirt in my mouth
the best parts of me live underground
my roots entangled with redwoods and pine
i am silent, steady
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
right now i am the kind that dances fast
waits for the snakes to find my ankles
climb my body
find their way to my head
medusa's daughter
there are a thousand ways to be a woman
right now i am the kind that swallows the earth
waits to feel you all
inside me
Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Black Out Poems for Mom
3/7/17:
Let it be known
I never wanted y'all
I am broken
in a million ways
I did what was best
for me
I was dying
you remember me on my knees broken
I've said heartless cruelty
I had to leave
BOTH of You
without love
I just want to be happy
I wasn't happy,
but now
me.
me
me
me.
me..
That hurt // will never go away
1/4/18:
I removed you
I'm not going to see who you are
I'm deaf and blind to the manipulation that's happening
I release you
I am the reason love is no longer in your eyes
You are released
I have no love for you
My truth is best for me
Raven, I hurt you and
I will never change
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