Category Archives: Poetry
In Christianity, the butterfly is a sign of Resurrection. In Asian culture, the butterfly symbolizes a long life and love. In Native American culture, it is believed the butterfly can bring your wishes to the “great spirit.”
I walk down a hallway within four sterile white walls of discipline. I fidget with my sleeve, aware I might achieve the very thing I came to get herein.
He said, ‘If you prick us, do we not bleed?’ Shakespeare wrote of Jews, but read for I plead: What am I if not human? If not flesh? I am soft sensual curves; a fine wine. Curves meant for touching, curves meant for … Continue reading
While you were sleeping I dreamed you met me on the clouds We danced across the sky, and our laughter rained down. While you were sleeping I dreamed we sat on top of the moon. We swapped talk of cows … Continue reading
I’ve never been one for camouflage. I do not blend, I am not idle. My feelings flicker across my face like a slideshow for all to see.
I remember, we used to cry alone; Our heart bled until there was nothing left. We used to lick our wounds under cover and then put on a brave face for the world. Sometimes I remember those lonely days. Pain, … Continue reading
I am woman. I am grace. I am wise. I am more than a gender; womanhood is my being.
Caution: sensitive material in this post.
It is dark. Outside, inside. It is dark behind these covers, but I slide them back, allowing my eyes to see more darkness. It is cold. Outside, inside. The window fogs at my warmth and I slide it closed, allowing the … Continue reading