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Mother’s Day: roe vs wade think piece. A letter.
Happy Mother’s Day! Because you chose to be a mother. However, not everyone wants to make the same choice you made. Roe vs wade being overturned means the end of women’s rights and lives and will set us back decades. We will be back to back alley abortionists, hangers up the uterus and women forcing… Read more
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FeaturedComes to still; the end.
The end looks so different from the beginning, But so parallel. In the spring we welcomed green growth, plants, people, life. Summer housed what I would call blooming, the greenest of green hues and laughter. Fall is a transition, harder than we have time to notice In all the hustle and bustle of life. We… Read more
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FeaturedShame, a poem.
Colonialism Runs through my veins Paints my skin White It makes me so angry That it took me So long to see I was blind. But I see it now, I’m a moth Drawn to Light. Tired Of the wrong I want to make it Right. My ancestors Didn’t know The difference Between Love And… Read more
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FeaturedSecret to staying
Is there Some secret To staying That keeps itself At arms reach From me? Will I be running Forever? If the secret to staying Exists I’m begging to know. A secret to staying Sounds A little bit Drastic But I assure you It absolutely is. This is My entire life And I am afraid I… Read more
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FeaturedScarlet’s bedroom quartAntine blues Station
Tw: quarantine, mental health I was reading a report about people in quarantine who are suffering a loss of themself. The writer said she didn’t think she’d ever be herself again. But personally? I feel more myself than ever before. I have used this time to mourn, and then say “enough” and begin to study,… Read more
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FeaturedYou are asleep and I…
I am a bird Figuratively not Literally In the way that I Both Love and hate To be bound To be caged. I am a bird Figuratively not literally In the way that I I long to stretch my wings To fly but the moment The cage opens I clip my own wings To stay… Read more
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FeaturedGod damn it is heavy.
I roll the joint between fingers with short, jagged nails. I’ve been biting them again Between Overeating And over thinking About the bottom of The bottle Sitting beside me. Is it survival still? Survival Or distraction? Or are they one in the same If we only focus On reality Do we lose our entire minds?… Read more
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Featureddreaming pt 1
I will still live.
My light will carry me
Through oceans i will swim.
I’ll laugh in the valley of darkness
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FeaturedDreaming again
I had that dream again last night. You know the one. Where I’m trying to stop the bad guy from winning But I don’t know what he hasn’t won And I don’t know what he wants I know I have help I know I’m not alone But I know I’m also in a place That… Read more
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Featuredif you know It’s how they do, it’s how it be sometimes.
If you know it’s how they do it’s how it be sometimes: I Don’t have energy for vampires anymore They can’t get underneath my skin And they can keep knocking on my door But I will never let them back in. I hear them howling at the door now “Little pig, little pig” But I… Read more
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FeaturedA party; tea for two.
You’re invited to tea But you don’t have to come I hope that you do because I will fill up your cup I don’t expect you to fill mine too Because I’ve got enough Tea for two Plenty for me; Enough for you. If you can just listen If you’re kind when you speak; If… Read more
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I’m Not Frank Ocean but
My mother used to ask me Did a tornado come through your room? I have never been the kind To keep my clothes confined. And at that age, I scattered toys everywhere like I was trying To use up every square foot of my space But a tornado never went through my room, Just me.… Read more
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