A Taxi in Spain

Avert my eyes So you don't think My smile is an invitation Speak to you rudely lest you mistake my kindness for a yes Use it against me as you press your body closer to mine Young, blond, and white in a foreign country. Sounds like the recipe for a mistake, right? I was 19,... Continue Reading →

A Poem to Women

My heart cries out to the women afraid to be women they don't claim their power certain the sword will slice them Or they hide their truth because it's easier because it would upset because then they'd have to explain it Or they put on a mask of a man, or another not willing to... Continue Reading →

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We Bleed

What day of your cycle are you in? I wish this question was asked more often, considered on occasion at least. Today I was reminded by a friend of the intense power of our menstrual cycles. During the time we bleed, we are literally opening up to the world. We shed. We cry. We feel.... Continue Reading →

Being a Woman

I got a new tattoo. It is the first that is a tribute for someone else. It began with an idea of flowers on my arm, but it grew into much more. My new tattoo is a symbol for the strong, admirable women in my family. Each is represented in her own flower, which wrap... Continue Reading →

Hidden Bodies

Skirts to your knees three fingers - no more. My friends roll them up the waist bulging Tank tops? Not a chance Unless it resembles a t-shirt without sleeves My collarbone hides with my thighs A V-neck? Too low! I don't have cleavage but my friends do I wonder which is better I get to... Continue Reading →

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