May 23
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Consent

The words never
left my quivering lips 
but
my hips jerked
Towards his
I let my hands
slip of my layers

Still, I don't know
If I was okay
I can't say yes to dates
now cause that leads to sex
sex
brings tears to my eyes

but

I took off my clothes 
I let him touch me
I said it didn't hurt
but I cried
my body wouldn't open 


but

he still wanted me
so
now it was my hand 
mom 
save me. Please

I thought 
looking away
crying

I see him 
every day
and I feel     okay 
I guess
but, I think about it
and the boy
doing this 
has his face 

but 
it's blurry 
smeared with confusion
I took off my clothes
I cried I let him touch me
I looked away

I don't know 
if I should be fine
or if I was almost another
victim 
May 23
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Spring Death

Canary sings, no warning bells 
Gentle breeze, cold bullets 
Petals spotting the halls, falling like tears
blood panting white tiles
bodies in broken dozens
Prayers clouds in a gray sky

Robins nest with broken shells 
caskets with a cap and gown
faded convers collecting dust on the gravestone 
Two pieces of paper, A graduation of life and education 

Blue jays mournful sorrow
Sinning with swallows 
trying to fly with kingbirds
with cheers of saving the young 


 
May 23
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Spring Death

Canary sings, no warning bells 
Gentle breeze, cold bullets 
Petals spotting the halls, falling like tears
blood panting white tiles
bodies in broken dozens
Prayers clouds in a gray sky

Robins nest with broken shells 
caskets with a cap and gown
faded convers collecting dust on the gravestone 
Two pieces of paper, A graduation of life and education 

Blue jays mournful sorrow
Sinning with swallows 
trying to fly with kingbirds
with cheers of saving the young 


 
May 10
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Now we kill the blues

Title- Now we kill the blues
 
Mama, The blues died
The wolf ani't howlin, anymore
The king is gone,
The waters are no longer muddy
Mama the blues are dead,
It’s the time of fakes voices,
Of sex,
Drugs and vulgar langue.
Its time of men spitten and cursing.
The subway is here,
It’s the 6 train.
 
Honey, ya can’t kill the blues
We are in Harlem, the palace of jazz and blues
The blues are immortal
Forever, the soul
In our blood and bones.
Honey, ya can’t kill the blues
The king is strong,
The wolf  is howlin every night,
the sky the color of his skin.
The blues can’t die
As the soul
Of black nation
The blood, foundation
Of Harlem.
The six train is late.

 
May 07
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Boys


As hair grows
In the groves of
Our bodies
And breast bloom
And sprout on our chest
Blood flows in rivers
Down our legs
With each new trail
A new one comes.


The PMS,
The pain in back and breast,
The unsavable underwear now
Only used for that time.
The worst of all is
The crave for flesh,
Attention and love.

The very deep rumble
Of a man's voice
The gaze of a strong body blues
The touch of the finger to the hand
Can finish you and undo
The crumbling sanity
The worst of all are the boys. ​

 
 
Apr 30
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The truth of Time

A speedy scaly snake
A slow slimy snail
 A transformer of many things.

A magician overall humans
and the earth,
Casting spells of age and change

The old curse and spat At the magician
 The young bed and plead With the magician

The magician tall and giant
In a clock of the night sky
 And stars
Does not move in the breeze
Of there complaints

Still, they complain
 But still his deaf
The truth of the magician
 Is that he is blind
 And deaf
To the need of mankind
 
 
Apr 27
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to the mice in my wall

Hello mice.
It’s midnight and I’d like to sleep
But you're running, scampering in my walls.
Could you sleep, please? I’d like to.

Do you hear me, mice?
Can you hear the long nights of tears,
The yelling that is whispered?

I think you mice
Know me better than my parents do.
You hear me even if you don’t talk back.

Hello mice.
Thank you for living here
Even if you don’t sleep when I want to.

 
Apr 27
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Jakob

Every time I see you, I choke and can feel it stop, my heart.
Your name on my lips and in my head is thick and sweet like golden honey,
I have dreams of you. Standing tall with wings, an angel. My guardian.
Your kisses wash away the marks I’ve made. A clean slate, no more scars.
I wish these dreams to be the truth, but in the waking world, there is no love.
I am just another girl with thick thighs and fantasy like a child.

My mother told that I would dream of a big wedding with a princess dress, as a child,
I didn’t want to believe that. A crushing dream of a big heart.
Now I know that those I crave will have no desire for me like I do them. They do not see what I do. That I love.
I love the small, the big and everything in between. My love is thick and sticks with the color of his hair, honey.
The wedding dress my mother saw me it was white. The one I am in is thors and rose, the thorns dig and create scars.
Apr 05
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Too large for life


A pale pink lace dress
Laid at my feet
 
I kneel and pick it up
Feel the itch lacy between my fingers
 
Rip, I start to rip it
It will never fit
 
My body is too large
Obtuse with life
 
Growing feeling and skin
I vomit pain in an attempt to control
 
The pale pink dress
Lay at my feet up untouched
 
“ It’s time to go”
My mom calls
 
I shove and shave
Myself into the pale pink dress.
 
Mar 28
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I am not THIN

My body is my body
It’s not yours
It’s not the worlds
It’s mine

So stop
Stop telling me to change it
To make it into less
Then what it can be

Thin is not the answer
Thin almost killed me
It’s a thief
Stealing happiness and life

I am not thin
I wasn’t meant to be
So stop
Trying to tell me
I need to be thin
I don’t

My body is beautiful
It lets me laugh
It lets me go on adventures
Everyone's body is beautiful

We all have bodies
Like snowflakes
Never the same
Unique and beautiful

 

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