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there are women with machetes in my bones women who know how to use their fists their pens their pussy their witchcraft to survive. -Kym Nacita

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I take issue with my nose how it cannot always smell those who come to me with razor blade intentions and lavender-scented cages but it is doing its best.

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I know it must be confusing my spirit radiates with such intensity that you believe it can kill the cancer that she left it your bones. But do not call me a cure my thighs are not bandages to hold you together again. - Kym Nacita

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you are the protagonist of this story pick up and write yourself into being

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This is for fat femmes in crimson heels and black leather miniskirts bodies spilling in all the wrong places who have the audacity to take up as much space as they desire.

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I'm opening the show with some poetry! Come and eat food and marvel at the talent of these magnificent drag performers!

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Performing at Brown Black and Fierce this past November in Edmonton. 

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Look who has a fb page! With videos!

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Watch: Poet Porsha Olayiwola heartbreakingly reminds us all that black women’s lives matter too. 

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Be. too. much. too much body too much voice too much anger for a person who has never been enough do not lament the compliment of being called too much.

Kym Nacita (excerpt from 'Chaos')

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I want you whole as you are. And I know that you are used to being wanted in pieces. Your lips Your ass Your voice Your stories being collected to keep in their back pocket Ready to whisper about the exotic adventure that is you. Sometimes in their cold nights they want to steal the fire in your eyes But you held on, love through it all. You do not have to break yourself for me.

- Kym Nacita (excerpt from 'A QPOC Love like Mine")

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Shakespeare and Poe may have littered our textbooks. But it was Lauryn Hill's miseducation that taught me how words could ache in places where I buried my secrets.

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There is no poetry in lying in bed for seven days garbage collecting around you in emails and phone calls unanswered in the blood that pools in self-made wounds there is no poetry

- Kym Nacita (excerpt from Death Poetry Jam) 

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Read the stars find the brightest and turn your back on it. Your road is south it has always called your heart back home.

Kym Nacita (excerpt from Palabok as a Second Language) 

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This is for fat femmes. In crimson heels and black leather miniskirts. Bodies spilling in all the wrong places. Who have the audacity to take up as much space as they desire. Knowing full well that loose fitting sweaters and power suits has never stopped the hands and cruelty of unwanted men.

- Kym Nacita (excerpt from 'Untitled')

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And I know it can be confusing. My spirit radiates with such intensity that you think it can kill the cancer that she left in your bones. But I am not your cure. My thighs are not bandages to hold you together again.

- Kym Nacita

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My pride is drenched in red. It is orange sunsets over state-sanctioned curfews. A community behind yellow tape. A flash of green stripe and a call to free Palestine. My pride has never bled blue. It only conjures the skies after the smoke has cleared. It is violet bruises from violent men. The only rainbow I see is in a bag of skittles Clutched in the hands of a black boy Still trying to get home. My pride is black and brown. Do not tell me that this does not concern us.

Kym Nacita (excerpt from ‘I am not Michael Brown')