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Category: Miscellaneous
From Someone Who is Shy
Hey guys listen up from someone who is shy From her meek little smiles to her words that say why Underestimate not what this shy one can do She can move every mountain and might defeat you Hey guys listen up from someone so secretive…
Inside Out
Inside Out I sit here in prison. Alone. Johnny Cash playin’. He’s right. Sound of trains tortures me. It just took a few seconds. It’s been twenty-three years. I don’t think about it no more. Because it also tortures…
To clarify
Intersectional feminism is the only feminism, I say, As the gentleman across from me pouts and scoffs, Says he is all for women’s rights but Black Lives Matter has gone too far, And Jordan Peterson may just have a point. He betrays his own ignorance;…
Hour Seven, Inside Out
Reversed I held his large, gnarled hand and knew unconditional love and safety as I gazed upward at my father’s face. My well-being depended on the strength of this one person, reliable and unfailingly kind, his lightly seamed face smiling down at me. The years…
Terror Inside
I hear the chilling sound of his voice as I recognize behind me–the cold click-clack of the shotgun loading. Barely able to breathe, I lift my eyes from the plates in my hands to see his reflection, in the window over the sink. I see…
Hour 7: Outside In
Yuletide greetings in August, The sky turning black in the middle of the day, A world of selfishness balanced by gentle moments of compassion. Knowing what would come, Would Emily Dickinson have followed Queen Victoria and Prince Albert with girlish glee? or Could she have…
Poem 7-Inside Out
I wear my heart on my sleeve My spleen likes to ride on my shoulder My pancreas dictates everything I do My right calf prefers to be known as Fred My boobs do whatever they want My liver encourages them I have a…
Socks Before Coffee
My seams are showing I’ve exposed the wrong side to the world bumpy, backward the colors are strange, messy little threads, a patchwork. This happens when I put my socks on before drinking my coffee. The vampire squid does not care, turning…