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Indomitable Woman

that badass Black Queen
fluttered across those keys,
matching the grooves of her
scars, the heart of her art
beaming at war

scaling buildings of thought,
mauling the gaul of contention,
shattering mirrors of sought
insecurities & indecision

skipping across the creamy
dusts of nebulas, tapping
the tips of her toes on
starry mists. Continue reading Indomitable Woman

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“You Shouldn’t Have Bothered” by Michelle Mangal

If you knew how
I’d cry walking along the river
Tears leaking behind my sunglasses
After you’d left
You
Would never have said those pretty lies to me.

If you knew how
I’d break into so many pieces
I’m still finding pieces of that girl I once knew
Under my bed and in the back of the sofa
You
Would never have attempted to love me.

You both shouldn’t have bothered.

Sorrow has scored its lines into my face
Silver is growing from my head
I’m fed up of photos that show eyelids puffy from tears
Because I cry before, after, and during everything I do.
Yet would either of you have stayed
if you knew that worst was yet to come?

Who knew that I’d break and then
break some more
until all there is left of me is
just dust
and grains of salt.

Truly, right now I think
You shouldn’t have bothered.

And yes, I survived those other tears,
That old heartache
and all the other bullshit life had to offer.

But honestly, my love

If that is all

you have

to give to me.

You shouldn’t have bothered.

(Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash)

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“Displaced” by Sarah James

I’m the piece of the puzzle that’s been tossed into a box
Trapped with all the pieces that have been lost
I don’t have any straight edges
I’ve been trying for so long to find my place
Between friendships, relationships, and incompatible minds
I haven’t found a place that’s truly mine
I’ll meet new people
Reconnect with others from the past
But nothing ever sticks
I’m left behind
Trying to reconfigure this puzzle that I don’t belong to
Hoping somehow, someone else got tossed in the same pile as me
That our pieces will connect
I’ll finally be whole

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“Pollution” by Z.L

This is where I live now
This is where I’ve lived the last 15 years
Carrying my oppressor by my side

Every night we share the same pillow
We walk hand in hand through the day

In the mornings I pray you won’t be there
But you never leave.

You can’t leave, while I stay.

(Photo by veeterzy on Unsplash)

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“WILDERNESS” by Michelle Mangal

The most beautiful thing
I have ever known
was you asleep in my bed
me curved around you
one last cuddle
whispering goodbye
in the curls of your hair
before I go to work.

I never knew I could love so much,
That I could feel such tenderness,
Just from you asleep in my bed.

For a few more minutes snuggled with you
I’d miss my train
I’d bunked off school
I forgot who I was.

All because of loving you,
The boy asleep in my bed.

(Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash)

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“Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski

Some days I wake up
with my heart bolted to the floor
& it’s not worth the trouble
of picking it up again.
Some days I wake up
& it’s trying to beat its way out of my chest.
Or I can’t hear it at all.

Continue reading “Some days I wake up…” by Olivia Kunaski

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“FOR MY GIRLS” by Michelle Mangal

When I wake in the pale grey light
my heart is calm
my head is filled with thoughts and wistful yearning
thoughts of words and girls that mean so much to me
for I am a mistress of all trades and master of none
except one.
Love.
Continue reading “FOR MY GIRLS” by Michelle Mangal

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Top 10 Posts 2017— No. 5

They Aint Our Neighbors

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 they weren’t neighbors.

they couldn’t be.

they wouldn’t let them be

because they were just

occupants

Continue reading Top 10 Posts 2017— No. 5

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A Walk Behind My Heart

I walked behind
my heart,
Covered up to the thighs
in its rivers,

freezing from the chill
that it became since 
life served it grief
beyond winters,

only seeing
the calm of blood that 
passed the rest of my 
body on the inside.

we learned to flow
together,
to search for ourselves
On the walls & floors 
of my flesh,
 Continue reading A Walk Behind My Heart
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To Disown Her Space

she was afraid of
making the space 
hers,

because it never 
felt like there was 
room for her to 
be who she wanted.

maybe it was the 
stares & laughs who 
chased her mind over 
the years,  

the ones who taunted
her identity,

or the silent tears
after giving her all 
to the space just to 
be rejected of her 
place. Continue reading To Disown Her Space