But, That’s Not What They Were Fighting For
with their husbands names,
hidden under their teeth…
Tag: Women Rights
At The End Of The Day
We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.
I’m Here
I’m here. To sing a song of strength Of which history bears testament. Here to speak up and be present, The evidence of her resilience. I’m here to chop down the tree, Whose seed, I wasn’t in time to bite, To eat, so it would never have sprouted. Here to kill the tree,…
The Dust She Leaves
But then again, life does go on. So it may not be as serious as it seems. She may not see or breath again, but the dust she leaves will catch sun beams. Her name’s not on a headline, she isn’t famous, or important. She’s beautiful, she catches stares, but then again, there are…
My Face
My face has mountains and Valleys, lush, life giving terrain. Seeds latent, waiting for rain. You come to me, speaking in languages that I don’t understand until I feel them. But those are just stories I hear. First I must be silent inside. We must slice, from my temple down. On either…