I had some, Someone(s) pinned them down to history in the name of women. Now, as a result of a few birthdays, The small tail we’re given, “Falls” off the donkey ahead of us. If it was alive, it would scream in pain. And we, ungrateful, fall to the dirt. Dead, no, Evolving beyond theContinue reading “Rights”
Author Archives: sickybeat
Endings
I ache at each, Soothing, or stabbing The best or the most destructive, The viability of the ending, Matters less than the pages rising, And collapsing on their brethren. When all have stopped, I continue. If only in my aching for every single one. Empathy and trauma so woven There is no separation. And yet,Continue reading “Endings”
I am light
Refracting in a trillion directions The secret to a rainbow, And loud without a sound Burning without fire Artificial and true My existence will change you
Emotion, Time, and Wisdom
I am emotional Not emotional today, I am emotional, as a human. And, after 33.5 years, On May 29th 2022, I have decided that I will not stop. In my work I will not bury Those emotions, I won’t change them, or fight And, I am sure it will be known. But, it’s the fightingContinue reading “Emotion, Time, and Wisdom”
Where i am
For 4 years of being “well” I stand in the old shadows of ill I can tell you where I am now But the answer to “How did I get here?” Is in shards throughout my limbs. But, When lost in life, I never forget I am here
To That Reader
Even hours before she died she read The repetitive healing process Which is this site. I knew it was near When she went quiet All silent but the endless aching. And now I stay away Because these 1s and 0s Feel hollow. The most quiet loss The hardest to swallow
Unprecedented
Bodily autonomy has never been questioned In one way or another women have been made to fight for scraps of it And the further we are from the intersection of rich wasps The more it stings. I hope against all things that we all stay standing this time, Without becoming numb and complacent. My rageContinue reading “Unprecedented”
Rising to the Label
I am sick of being talked “roundabout “ Denigrated for being in a state of being That I had no say in, though it is 50.1% what I am, and where I go. I am not used to fighting for equal ground, But for a real say. I am studying child law. But, I doContinue reading “Rising to the Label”
Pain is a Relative
I never invited pain, But, like any other relative, She comes with baggage; It is never packed neatly And you can see it bulge through the seams if you get close enough. I would not “Marie Condo” my self But I am getting better at packing
SickyBeat 