when you are handed glasses, do not intentionally remove them the glasses may show you horrific scenes- blood, death, war,
Silence grew in her A cancerous tumor starting from the warmth of her womanhood Spreading to her stomach Lungs Kidneys
home. four letters that make one word. yet, it brings such heaviness to my heart to hear for home is
They call me creature, those who come to dig their fingers into my flesh, those whose wanton ways leave me
I am more than the sum of my parts; More than the twisted tendrils encircling my toughened visage, More than
Here’s to the women that began as little girls: curious, never shying away from discovery, timid yet brave, shy yet
And today, again, I greeted the wolf. “How was my white noise treating you today?” He said, “It was a
Trigger Warning: Rape Disclaimer: The following poem is partially fictional in order to convey the story of what happened to
This is something of a ‘debut’ article, so I’ll begin my contributing role by sharing some poetry and lyrics that
I fight for my 8th grade teacher, who thought she was nothing without her husband. I fight for the girl