My Pretty Girl, My Mother, My Devika
The very first time my father bedded you, I wailed from the insides. Of your womb, that is. I was a woeful little egg erupting in warning calls. My father was the somber-faced virgin with the hemp on...
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The ability to move and be moved by another person, to love and be loved, sends chills down my spine. To feel another’s emotions intertwined with my own. The exquisite high of a touch, a smile, a...
View ArticleMidas and Medusa
Our suffering was human long before you Tried to “humanise” it, Give us the kiss of life, I am not your wife, I am not your sister I am not your fucking daughter, sorry to break All this water On the...
View ArticleSaturday Vids: Ten Responses to the Phrase ‘Man Up’
Thanks so much to reader Monique for submitting this fantastic video of spoken-word poet Guante describing ten ways to respond to the phrase “Man Up.”
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Ridges of her spine like fish emerging from the water: she stands, condensation dotting the mirror. Swift shock, change snapped from the fingers. Past tense, present: glass, arrows in knees, never:...
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Shut up he barked Sit down he wined Raise your voice he howled Raise your cup to me he giggled Make pure and tender love to me he snapped Pick me up in your arms and tell me how to change he snaked...
View ArticleUncomfortable
In class my professor stated that being comfortable is a key factor to a society evolving. At the time, I took her word for it. But that night as I tried to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but think about...
View ArticleWomantra
If you can’t handle me, If my girl-power, middle-finger, bra-burning bothers you Then reevaluate Because I am only gaining momentum I am charging, Ignited by the tide of my moon Surrounded by my...
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The curve of you, where the cheek meets the thigh, is sweeter than lips strawberry in a tinted photo which is not your own anymore. Instead savor the place of skin wrapped by summer clothes stretched...
View ArticleUnmasked
I begin peeling off a layer of the mask that once covered my wounds. Starting with the rehearsal smile hung high on my face Revealing anger, torment, loneliness, vulnerability I had to ignore the...
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