Tag: Poetry

We have summoned a reckoning

force call her molar call her drip call her decades of erosion call her subtle shift in season call her cloud behind moon call her

We Come Together

like a tapestry of worn threads. Our feet carry us here: a pilgrimage of shared suffering. Greetings are made, voices break their weary silence, arms

Strange Fruit, 2020

content warning: lynching, police brutality A man was lynched today And like Strange Fruit He swung in the breeze But in the distance A low

Fast

Maple, skin, girl I hope your insides Tastes as sweet as the syrup I imagine. You were a symbol of lust, not love, Since the

Cracked ice

Leaving My Abuser: My Adoptive Father

The police are not coming. My birth mother severely punished, Holt Korea protects my birth father still and shames me, “Your birth mother never called

Holy Ghost

Some nights I’m young again;         a child choking on the body of Christ.        I read               this is common, that

Crescendo

Consent, however, there was never such a thing. As if when a boy teased you, it only meant he liked you, And if you teased

Gentrification Plan

I The accent. This is self-explanatory. Study the news, slow down, stretch your mouth. Avoid saying steel mill, TV, and smile. They will give you

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