#woc poet

[writerbythesea]

October is here

[jasminesuntrell]

Exhale Pt. 1 (1/30)

Remember when I told you that you broke my vagina? I told you my coochie was more loyal to you than Chrisean to Blueface. You didn't get the joke. Or me. Or I you.

When I said you broke my vagina, I didn't know my vagina was so connected to my heart, my soul, my mind, my pen. Turns out, I am still a human. I am capable of loving with my entire self and whatever limitations I thought I had died when they laid Saviour on my chest.

I birthed two lives that night, One of them mine. I was anew. I have to learn myself again.

And then came you. You were not supposed to happen. I was never supposed to fall in love. But I did. And we crashed. And I broke. You broke me.

I'm still a little fractured honestly. My brain to hands combo ain't worked right since The first time you ran in and out of my life but I'm getting there. And this is my first step.

[mysharona1987]

I will never forget what Rafaat Alareer said about Israeli “liberals.”

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[oddwomen]

Audre Lorde, 1985. Photo by Eric Stephen Jacobs.

[womeninfictionandirl]

Maya Angelou by Marvella Frey

[blissfullylins]

The vast night sky shrouds me

Like an encapsulating blanket

Lying beneath the stars

I am but fleeting dust

The weightlessness of my insignificance

Each star an ancient reminder

Of my ephemeral presence

Darkness settles in

A presence whispering the futility of dreams

My heart aches with such a void

The only thing big enough to compare

To the vastness that surround me

The universe blinks and I fade away

Another grain in the sand of existence

[tayabtheauthor]

I am proudest as a guest

when I am unwanted

I refuse to pluck my eyes out like a plume from ink,

letting my eyelids become black-out curtains.

I’ll gargle the blood rising from the incision through my larynx and let sound waves out when I am to quiet down. Sirens for the apocalypse to some,

I’ll hope against all odds the ships set up to sail will have no lighthouse and I will be all storm.

I’ll unwind the stitch, a tick dug into my pliable grey matter until I find the bomb and speed up the process.

[girluninviteddd]

[agirlnamedbone]

--Lucille Clifton

[ourrainyevenings]

Description of my chapbook and can be purchased at Bottlecap Press in physical or PDF format.

[cokepepsiluvregirl-111]

[jasminesuntrell]

[mysharona1987]

[lasocia69]

an original poem by me💓

[dilfseverydayallday]

I just ride-Lana del Rey