Why is life like this? Is my body not mine?One of my rights has been taken away, and I am worried for my life.I wasn't worried before because I didn't believe it to actually occur.Until the day came, on June 24th.A right of women has been taken, and it has officially awakened the fear and… Continue reading The Fear of Restrictions on Access to Abortion.
To the girl that was raped . . . And shamed for what she wore Punished nine months To carry a being she didn’t create At 12 years old She shoulders a parents weight Robbed of the childhood she was meant to have No thanks to the state To the mother who couldn’t be .… Continue reading All in Woman’s World
I bring this offering to the edge of the water in song. not in grief.Ash from the stories they attempted to burn, a muttered name, and a braid of sweetgrass.Water is life, says Mni Wiconi, yet they paved over prayers with selfishness and steel veins.She flows, nevertheless.My aunt's eyes, the rough hands of the seed… Continue reading Water Is Life
A woman too afraid to tell a stoy Is equal to a dog too afraid to bark Woman building up the courage just for her words to be torn apart But with resilience comes strength And with strength comes wisdom Those words used to tear these women apart Will only help build them Women and… Continue reading She Will Bark
Mi Abuelita would always talk about a loss she had years ago right after mi Tia Sarita’s birth. Gemelos. La partera dijo que eran dos. After my Tia Nela’s birth- her very last birth at 41- mi abuelita had very heavy painful days monthly. No se podia ni levantar. She had to see the doctor… Continue reading Could I Be?
I trust you Do you trust me ? It’s okay I promise I won’t show anybody your safe with me Don’t worry I put my trust in you Until everyone started to look at me different Until the whispers began Until I had unwillingly Shown myself to everyone Shutting myself in Was it all my… Continue reading Picture imperfect
Did Eve feel this way?A rush, a hunger, a moment of complete surrender?These sweet parallels,our desires–no different. It was never about an apple anyway.My skin is red, a ripe apple. Could it be nerves or just arousal?He softly holds my core,as my bits drip down his chest—I have never wanted anything more.A seed spills free,… Continue reading My Flesh, His Fruit
When night comes a silence is present,As I wonder within my mind,Your gaze illuminates the night like a beacon Of calm, eternal light, I wonder... if beneath the moon's pale watchful eye, they whisperednames, they wove the lie. A silver halo on the darkened land, where it witnessed her light, a truth they could not… Continue reading Echoes of Innocence
From an early age, we’re told what’s right “Don’t do this”, “Don’t wear that” “Be like them and blend in” But why must I do what society says, When my heart feels a different way? Am I not enough to live life my way? They tells us how to speak, how to be And silence… Continue reading A Women’s Silenced Cries
Deep inside a woman's womb There is life being brought to lifeThe rhythm of nature The rhythm of creating a masterpiece The power being held in someone’s handsReleasing tiny seeds that wait patiently Each egg whisper of life yet to beBeautiful and floreshing bump yet to beCries, cries, pains pains, yet beautiful power being holdA… Continue reading “The Honor of Being a Woman”
