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Ode to my Hair
Thick-skinned and unruly, oh, you are the epitome of a daughter.
Break down your well-crafted follicle walls and let me nest
on the head built from the chemicals of Westerner's breath. -
Upon a Bushel of Wild Berries
Upon a bushel of wild berries
you claim this small clearing;
and you lay aside your old wearies.
As you eat the Earth's offering,
you mumble softly with yearning,
"Thank you for the gift of summer.” -
A Heavy Breath
June breathes its dry heat into your mouth.
You are filled with the lungs of summer;
and to your lips you press April nicotine,
wondering where March is now.
The nightstand has a penny’s worth of dust. -
tonight i miss my mom
tonight i miss my mother as if i am grieving her death. i see her body in the casket of our inherited rage, dressed in garnet remorse and untimely age. in a way i am grieving my own life, because my mother is the c -
In later May …
the cows feed on the grass in their northern wild fields,
and the farmer is off fighting a war that he doesn’t belong to.
the thick weeds have flourished in the pastures -
Mere
It is the worry of cleanliness—
perhaps the worry of purity—
that ruined my dear Mere.
What was once a blossom,
is now sickly type of cherry.
Then, I will ask her if she can smell
the becomings of our devotion
Loves
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My Little Sister
My little sister
Only 7 years old
Innocent
And yet strong willed
She will grow up
In this country
With this president
This person who calls himself
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Today
Today I've walked around school in a haze
I don't know what to do
How to feel
I don't understand
How he won again
I don't think I want to understand
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Spray-Tanned
Why did you have to hurt us?
Again?
Again?
‘Cause when I was young
there was a chance
a chance
to be free
a chance to see a woman be
something new and
different
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Stupidity
Some people vote, but never think,
Their choices shallow, quick to sink.
They cheer and boast, with voices loud,
But wisdom’s lost inside the crowd. -
