poem
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You don’t want me to tell my story, do you?
You don’t want me to tell my story, do you? You don’t like that other people could know your horrors, which are really our horrors. Everything bad that happened to me, happened to you too. I’m sorry it did. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Read more
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Only in writing
I’ve been hiding Took 36 years to admit things to myself Only my therapist knows I could only be myself in my writing I can still only be myself in my writing But it’s nice to meet that part of myself finally Even if it’s only in writing Read more
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I’m not afraid of Jose by Diana Crescent
I’m not afraid of Kareem I’m not afraid of Jose I’m not afraid of Maria I’m not afraid of Lucia I worked with Kareem at the gas station, we took breaks together and he’d walk me to my car when I worked nights, I know Jose from down the street, he gave me my mail… Read more
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It’s not a big deal
It’s not a big deal It’s just who they voted for Why are you angry about that? You should relax about more things It’s not that big of a deal It’s a red hat in a supermarket and the guy that’s racist to the Mexican family that checked out ahead of him It’s the woman… Read more
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Half myself
I live in this world where I am constantly holding back never saying what I want to say for fear of making others mad I wish I were braver that I could say the truth to people I want to but I don’t think they’d even listen to me No one listens to me I… Read more
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We have always been villains
We were the ones writing the history books shaping it with our media history has been our narrative yet we have forgotten to look at the history of ourselves our first President had teeth made from slaves We are not the heroes we have made ourselves out to be We have always been villains it… Read more
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Poetry My Family Will Hate #2
I only talked about it once then never again and the truth of it is a relationship sounds like a nightmare to me I know too much about power dynamics guns in the bottoms of wells hidden bank accounts punched holes in walls and birth control messed with men leaving a woman with seven mouths… Read more
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In spaces no one wants me
And I am basic Existing in the smallness of what little security I have Alone in my little apartment I think of revolutions without doing a single thing I think of women that came before me that shook the worlds around them painting when the world told them not to educating themselves in a world… Read more
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What if I were
What if I were a little bit bolder? What if I were a little bit meaner? And I don’t even mean meaner I simply mean being direct What if I took as much as a man? Swore as much as a man? Was as angry as a man? What then? Would I reach my full… Read more