I’ll give you ears, proper timbre and tonality; my full weight against your arm until it’s limp and damp, pocked in a rash the shape of my locs
A woman's worth is not in her vagina. A woman is worth more than her vagina. A vagina and a womb are not synonymous. A woman owns her vagina and her womb and only she decides whether these statements are true. For her. A man's worth is not in his penis. A man is worth [...]
I'm way behind on my National Poetry Month 30 in 30 poetry writing challenge. But here's 2 of 30.
pressed to my chest by a bra made for movement; still.
I have two things for sure in this world--faith and voice and I feel responsible for using them
Once upon time when i was on one.
How To Tell If You’re a Trophy Friend
#1: You are always referred to by your attributes rather than your birth name.
Ex. This is my white friend, my friend who wins pie-eating contests, my friend with the genius IQ, my friend with a big toe.
#2: You are introduced by title rather than by your first name.
Ex. This is Dancer Friend, Doctor Friend, Professor Friend, Astronaut Friend, Super Friend.
#3: These introductions occur in situations in which the attributes and titles are not relevant.
Ex. grocery shopping, the barbeque, church, at the gym, during a bikini wax
How to Avoid Becoming a Trophy Friend
#1: Never be seen in public with the offender.
If no one sees you, no matter how often you’re described eventually people will start to believe you an imaginary entity.
#2: Be mediocre.
Trophy friends need a title or attribute that seems interesting, cool…
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Women I know wear Special so heavy their backs break under it; discard it in you and there you are feeling like you’re some kind of Robinhood to the rescue knowing full well you are water seeking its own level.
The training, racing, and creative process...is a triumph over the physical and psychic conditions just outside the parameters of control which would censor and stilt performance.
Bitter grapes isn’t my dessert of choice. But, I am not here for the hard luck, dramatic tragedies that too often pass by virtue of how hard the luck, for “good writing.”
“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.”
A friend of mine, a fellow writer but not a writer-friend, like she’s a friend who happens to be a writer too (writers will understand the distinction I think)…umm, a long definition to get to the point: we were talking.
Which when we do turns into one of those “girlchild let’s plan a life where this is all we do all day” type of talks.
On dating: I tell myself to date but then I end up occupying my time with other stuff and catch myself a month later reading my intention journal like, oh yeah…
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...common roles illustrate how Black women, and their sexuality, have often been synonymous with deviance. And reclaiming, repackaging, and/or discarding the roles has given women agency; a control denied the Good Girl who is essentially invisible. She needs that.