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Halcyon Days of Drawing God with Crayons. {poetry}

All the things I never appreciated about you I wish I could turn back time and love them I was so foolish, so arrogant, so self-obsessed That I didn't take the time to get to know you Our relationship was all about me Like I lived with a secret That I never took the time to unravel

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Naked Battlefield. {poetry}

On buses, languid women, two breasts exposed in sculpted perfection, whispering: they could be yours, while in a nearby cafe, a breastfeeding woman is refused service and sent away, because here, we want no gross motherhood on display.

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What I Wanna Tell You When You Say ‘Get Over It’. {poetry}

You think I should just move on, or stop talking. I'm talking for all the children who don't have a voice. And all the babies who feel horrified at their own face, reflected back at them by parents who don't know how to love. And this is a prayer that every single abused child gets to have ...

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The Blood That Binds Us. {poetry}

I was contemplating the blood that binds us and our bodies, as I was witnessing the never-ending news of gang rapes, date rapes, war rapes and hate crimes against women. Rage. Violent attempt of possessing the female body. Blood spilled.

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Her Spirit Runs Wild. {poetry}

There is no time to wish upon shooting stars For he loves me, he loves me not She plucks each and every petal with no worry of the thorns She would rather bleed and lick her paw than cower from danger Her spirit, once shackled, now runs wild She is feral and untamed

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Fight the Feminist Stereotype. {poetry}

When people think of the stereotypical feminist, their thoughts seem to turn to a beast of a woman. She is impolite and unshaven. In fact, she is unkempt in all ways. Since she thinks the world hates her, she hates men -- the sex that put her in her place. Yes, this is extreme, but after ...

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Bang the Drum: Elegy for the Grieving. {poetry}

Bang the drum for our sons and daughters, for husbands and wives, mothers and friends. Shout death’s name to a clueless world. Bang the drum loudly! Love in grief has a powerful rhythm. Bang the drum with courage and strength! Bang it loud filled with compassion! Bang the drum proudly!

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Dreaming Honor Into Form: The Next Expression of Us. {poetry}

I'm one of those lucky souls who survived a traumatic childhood. Dip-dyed in a colorful coating of generational fear, insecurity, and addiction. Role models and guardians subtly taught me to hide, avoid, and ignore all opportunities for intimacy and vulnerability. Unknowingly they whispered, ...