Tag: poetry

Home Alone

By Kiran Dhillon I could feel the unrelenting stare burning into me, As I tried not to make eye contact.  I was not his.  Not anyone’s. Not even my own.  I don’t know who he thought he was.  Bulldozing my walls. Flashing his PI ID at me. As a warrant to do so. Violating me. …

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To Be A Warrior

By Kiera Price Ever since I was young I had an obsession with fairytales The idea of a prince saving me from my misery Sounded like a breath of fresh air. I have been battling the monsters ever since I was young;  monsters of loneliness, heartbreak and depression. I have been battling for years on…

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Bloodline

By Kay Jenkins She woke and she watched her mother drink her sadness away Morning until night, every single day A lifestyle was taught and nobody alive was to blame You see, sadness turns to anger and is sometimes expressed through rage Her mother’s mother beat her down, she too grew up this way She…

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Numbers

By Kay Jenkins More questions than I can fit on my fingers, both of my hands. More of you than may admit do truly understand. What if we wore our minds on our sleeves? Our hearts they’re just too pure. They mask the bad True flaws, the heart ignores. Number 1. Glue. Because he got…

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Glass

By Anonymous Glass Fragile and delicate in your eyes Yet your hands forcibly handle me Torture my body, my heart dies Wishing to go back to normalcy Glass Appreciation expected for the ceiling you’ve built But meant to box me in instead You say love, I say guilt Sometimes I’d wish I was dead Glass…

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Insanity

By Ashanté Ford Artist Statement: The poems The Bridge and Insanity both characterize me as a builder. This can be interpreted as a metaphor for the healing process; we set a base, climb some steps and rebuild what was torn down. This me being honest with the process and letting it be known, that it’s possible…

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Insecure

By Jeré Powell Junior year. Sixteen. Insecure, so unsure of myself. No one ever noticed me. I was the quiet girl. Would I ever have more than a crush? Math class. You sat in the next row, to my right. Questions about homework. Comments on MySpace. But I’m not the “pretty girl.” I don’t even…

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The Bridge

By Ashanté Ford Artist Statement: The poems The Bridge and Insanity both characterize me as a builder. This can be interpreted as a metaphor for the healing process; we set a base, climb some steps and rebuild what was torn down. This me being honest with the process and letting it be known, that it’s…

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