Identity – SickyBeat

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

All the Titles to this Poem

have unwelcome religious connotations, Nonetheless, here we are, The more readily I walk through shadows, less often they strangle. Don’t tell me it is possible to sit with pain and knowing, They will show me themselves Given the opportunity my hands have been too weak to hold the opportunity away for years. And here weContinue reading “All the Titles to this Poem”

Magnetic

As the sun eeks closer to the planet I am lost in a memory without verbs The adjectives are smeared And there is barely enough of a dependent clause to refer back to But, this nothing is somehow something that holds me up

Up Hill Both Ways

Is real, right now. Even when I am not walking. A Human invention, Fueled by no effort. Because effort is costly. But the bliss of ignorance, Will wear thin and implode. We are slowly coming to focus As the smoke and shrapnel come to rest. Because we have trained, All our lives going up mountains,Continue reading “Up Hill Both Ways”

Brave

Speaking out, when still stumbling over the words, In the name of the the message. The followers don’t admit they agree And follow the path when it’s empty, Though still warm. I am frustrated, But, I am looking backward

Sick Girl Read

Hundreds of books: Funny and pointed, Even though she didn’t laugh . Sick Girl , repelled by melody, Drawn to monotone. Sometimes the echo of her ghost slither into an ear Dressed as a construction paper rose, Hoping I have gone blind, Throwing shade on now. But, even at the darkest now, I am aContinue reading “Sick Girl Read”

Wrong Face

I don’t know when, or why, But the time came, When the mirror stopped hating me. The fear that I won’t live up to the face. Jumps onto my mind, like pollen from a spitting flower I hope it doesn’t stick, Because I have allergies.