a concept tarred and feathered by gender Before we realized children’s well-being suffocated under the tar. Like the slow pull of a sticky bandage from skin, Best interest, now skinned and raw We walked backward Half time for any father who seeks Even a man set to destroy. In the name of efficiency, We half-heartContinue reading “BEST INTEREST OF THE CHILD”
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I Have Not Forgotten
Rabbit holes are everywhere And I fell into one today, She lol’ed at “sharp as a knife” Cheering for me, as I did nothing less than survive. When her electrons came to me, Her message hit softly, Burrowed deep, And today, like many others, The stabbing, burning, of life without San Blooms into my consciousnessContinue reading “I Have Not Forgotten”
If I Were not Climbing up a Mountain
I would be falling down an embankment. As hard as changing is It is my rebellion. Taking up more space with more knowledge. The smallest piece, Though disregarded, May well be my most powerful tool. I am not naive enough to attempt remaking the wheel in one lifetime, But am mischievous enough to put myContinue reading “If I Were not Climbing up a Mountain”
If the Best of me is True
How am I still lost in the mirage Of memories that do not belong to me? What if the best of me is true? Is it the glitter of the mirage that cuts through the optimism? Is it cutting at my optic nerves? Or is it just distracting? All of this to say, the thoughtsContinue reading “If the Best of me is True”
Won’t mind its own business Jumping from the Truths Lane and Fear Lane. Kidnapping me from good relationships Under threat of “What if I…” The binds are relaxed, But I am trained Not to test fate, When fate is stressed. Rarely do I slip away quietly, But sometimes I do Let’s hope momentum Breaks theContinue reading “My Mind”
Wishful Thinking of You
A reminder in the mail Of the years between The promise of the past And the absence of present I don’t mourn that which is not gone I honor what has existed, And create what I seek, An opportunity, a hug Yet to be. To be.
The Rubber Sh*ts hits the End of The Tunnel
I am a little girl With big ideas And a stunted, Yet fully grown body. And I could be representing clients In the coming months. I’m not kidding. Me, The little idealist, Tripping on my fury More often than my fears now. My mantra has never been “I will win and they will lose,” But…Continue reading “The Rubber Sh*ts hits the End of The Tunnel”
It’s hard to not thinktaking up spaceIs magnetized To the metal bulleton my chest I walked into a Courthouse,One for the “little people”even as I am a rung aboveAnd climbing, I feel the urge to explain,To repent,for taking up spaceI know my value And my otherness I cannot shake the delusionThat it is my faultContinue reading “Space”
Holding a Spiral
Spiraling worlds are not always moving. Just as the mirror which cries “the sky is falling;” Reflects the stars on a shooting spree. I can hold a spiraling world in place With a dot at the end of a page.
With myself Is possible if I can except that The payoff isn’t scenes now But, in the years to come. No one else will know the cost. I march forward.