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We Bleed Pink and Hold the World in Our Hands
We are not the daughters
Of mother earth, but
Her sisters;
Each morning we rise and
Watch the dawn
Of the new day sparkle
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The Ink of His Heart
This is from a longer project of mine, but I really liked how this stanza turned out, and I think it kind of works on its own.
I flip through the first
Couple of pages,
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Butterfly Glitter
The sun's glitter and
soft kisses from butterflies;
My heart fluttering.
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My Morning of Dancing in the Rain
I felt pretty this morning, and
Danced around the room to
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
In my skirt and polo, and
Tried to brush my hair while still
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A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining
When rain bounces off the windshield
In patterns,
Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat
In soft thrums,
I begin to think and
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A Bouquet of Stars for YWP
YWP is the reason I
Keep refusing to take off the nail polish
Chipped and speckled like stars,
Smiling when I see the flecks of gold
Within the flecks of turquoise
Loves
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The Women
The two of them sit on the porch
basking in the sunlight
letting their toes explore the first
frost-bitten mud of spring
Talking about life and death and sex
and little Mika's school play
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Is That What You're Wearing?
“Is that what you’re wearing”
She says
Not as a question
But a judgment
A cold declaration
That I’m doing something wrong
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Tonight, stars are falling.
Tonight, stars are falling,
Over Chicago, New England, Texas,
From angry east to angry west,
Dark cars: hearses that we don't call hearses
Roll silently towards lively, warm houses,
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Fire
Fire is like a person. You can change how it looks but it's still the same.
You can color your hair, pierce your ears or change your clothes, but you're still the same person.
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it feels as though so much has changed and yet
The tides still ebb
The sun still rises
The trees still grow
My curls are longer now.
We have a new president new governorsDifferent colors speckling made up maps
Division.
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