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Month: October 2019

When I step into you

the water flowing  across my temples seemingly drowns  all the anxieties  and tensions of the day,  stripping away the sweat  and tears that suffocate my skin.  I feel your warmth  from the tip  of my golden head  to the bottom of my toes  and everywhere in between.  Your silver stem shoots  into the air and…
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The first time I took pen to paper

to write poetry, I was heart broken beyond belief. The kind where anger was seeping out of the cracks, like gasoline dripping onto a floor covered in flames. Poetry has been my partner in crime for about a year now- the best kind of crime. I’ve spilled my heart out to her more times than…
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The bath of absence

The moment I decided this body was no longer a war zone was the moment I made space for the embrace of the warriors that have been helping me fight all along. That’s not to say I don’t still carry the guns, it’s just that I don’t keep them as loaded. I now have the…
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Miscellaneous memories

the cookies at a sewing camp I partook in during a Summer in my formative years: like sinking your teeth into a sugar-saturated cloud. the rush I felt as my taste buds danced. the first time I nearly fainted in a hot yoga class, my body seemingly collapsing to the ground as my limbs gave…
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The plum of bisexuality

The first time, we were standing outside Pioneer place on 5th avenue at a time where I was still ripe with innocence, my wavy blonde hair cascading around my rosy cheeks. I met him at the Riverdale school prom when I was attending St. Mary’s Academy, an all- girls Catholic school in the heart of…
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Things not to feel ashamed about

Don’t feel ashamed about never wanting to have sex, barely wanting to, wanting to a couple times a year, month, week. Don’t feel ashamed for wanting to have sex to the degree that you do or don’t want to, period. About having blemishes on your skin. All this means is that your body is in…
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No, I didn’t fight back

If you looked, you wouldn’t of found my scratch marks covering his skin the next day or his cold blood looming beneath my finger nails. No, I didn’t fight back because I was a deer in the headlights that night after all he drove my shuttle bus for months was a tree hugger who watched…
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