Tonight she cannot sleep because there is blood on her mind. It's on her hands as well and on her nails. Pretty soon the sheets she wraps herself in will be stained with it and sweat; then the stench ...
I can see your accusing eyes
I can hear your insults behind my back
Don’t you know the world is telling you lies?
They’re telling you that I’m fat
They’re telling you that you’re not good enough
They’...
Blazing stink of an august sidewalk. My fingers my eyeballs are grey with the newsprint of this morning’s sins and a heavy shamed sickness knowing I am born with Certain Inalienable Rights: to have le...
The morning was grim.
Mom woke me earlier then usual, whispering something about a family outing. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were nervously flitting around the room, as if afraid that someo...
She learns shame when she’s a first grader. She learns hunger later on. And hate, she learns that in plenty. The way her thighs rub against each other, the soft roundness of her body. So she starts dr...
Eat slowly, but finish everything. When he asks about school tell him it’s OK and then neglect to return the question. Stare at the cheap candle in between the two of you as he talks about himself, un...
Over the summer, I read Half the Sky. The entire book was incredible, but I was moved by the chapter on the sex trafficking industry. I wrote this story as a way to try to imagine what that experience...
After what you said to him there was never again any truth spoken in the universe. For the first words out of their mouths when they heard you were lies.
Lilith, the burn of dirt and grass on your ba...
at 6 a.m.
according to my shadow i had grown another head
another long arm that sifted long
fingers
through my own knapsack
but i didn't feel a thing
i guess i was an easy target
an early-morning wom...
Dear World,
Today,
I will speak out.
Today,
I will report the man,
Who gropes me on the street.
Today,
I will tell my story,
To anyone who asks.
Today,
I will warn every woman and girl,
Of the man on ...
I'm sick of the way you labeled it love
with emotions manufactured out of flesh and contrition
you can try to hide lust in the vat of a fairytale
but saying you love me isn't a fucking baptism
I'm si...
Tomorrow,
I will sit silently as I hear another rape joke,
letting it hit the wall I’ve put up,
blinking hard when my eyes start to prickle.
Tomorrow,
I will wait until I’m around people who agree wi...
Before the sky empties of truth, she
tells him. He peels apart dollar bills like clammy thighs as
the faucet drips out a heartbeat
Or maybe it was tears.
She wishes she could turn up his love like
the...
Andrea moved from New Orleans to Colorado in 1999, where she began attending weekly poetry readings at Denver’s political hub, The Mercury Café. In a years time she had rushed the scene, making her ma...
Oh, how I wish to
be in a fraternity.
How grand it seems;
basking in the glow of
boyish camaraderie.
Alas! Tis’ the stuff of dreams-
Brotherhood,
never meant for a girl
like Me....
I was thinking about female genital mutilation and the prevalency it still has within a large number of African communities, and in other countries worldwide. After reading Alice Walker's Possessing t...
Organs grabbing
My greedy little body
It’s full of little hands
Feed me now they shout at me
You must meet our demands
Every tiny organ
Is pushing for its share
I was first no me pick me
Their finge...
The whole thing starts with a sentence—not even—a word. As I sit on the scratchy, green couch, mashed up between Sara and Noah, I hear that word and I just feel… odd. It’s like all of me, my powdered ...
I am not:
a helpless lamb.
a damsel in distress.
a glorified baby receptacle.
a little flower incapable of thought.
I am a philosopher, a scientist,
an artist both in the visual
and auditory re...
I just received an e-mail from Ms. Magazine about their 'Countdown to 2015 Campaign'
The e-mail started with this sentence. "Every minute of every day, a woman or girl dies from complications of ...
I am a face of change
No you are not deranged
Change of what? you ask
Change that the underanged see
Female Stereotypes
I am still a face of change
And you are still not deranged
You tell me you don’...
When she was six years old, she came to the Show and stood in this same spot, between the Ferris Wheel and the hotdog stand. Happy and innocent, sucking on her lollipop.
Now, nine years later, she’s ...
there was never a pat from dad
there only was a slap on the head
unconditional love that lasted a blowjob
a dollar bill measuring her worth
how many men does it take to crush a girl
millions could ta...
Florence and The Machine is the name for Florence Welch and her cast of backing musicians. The band has received a great deal of critical acclaim since their inception and were chosen in 2008 as one o...
Don’t call me your only one,
Don’t tell me that you can’t live without me,
I know that these are lies.
Don’t you dare lie to me.
Don’t touch my breasts, they belong to me,
Don’t touch my vulva, m...