[POETRY] Deserve Love
By Jayne Dough [TRIGGER WARNING: This poem alludes to a scene of rape] Back then, i thought everyone deserves love. i was a fool. *** That…
[POETRY] Constellation
By Nikki Coco Out of millions One Shining brilliantly A luminescent ball of energy Mimicking rays of sunshine A force to be reckoned with by far…
[POETRY] Any Given Sunday
By Halima Mohamed I would turn to her for advice: therapeutic sessions Be Infatuated by the warmth and light she embodies As she passes by Walks…
[POETRY] All of Me Pt. 2
By Joanie Jonez | @joaniejonez Shea Butter Shea butter on my face Keepin up with the race to find myself before I find myself underground. I turn around…
[POETRY] Together Forever
By Ms Write | @MsWrite The feeling of knowing I’m safe in your presence You saved a peasant From the feeling of drowning Inside Trapped in vain…
[POETRY] Flickering Light
By Alicia Bunyan-Sampson | @queenjsampson [Trigger warning: this poem deals with the subject of abortion] the man in the suit entered the cube. there were four…
[POETRY] Still He Loves Me
By Nikki Coco He loves me Out of fear I offer nothing in return Behind floodgates Lie a thousand roses He brings bliss Boisterous laughter At…
[POETRY] No Lyrics
By Jessxca Docs | @BlogThatJ Sitting home like Brandy but at 2 AM in the morning waiting for that call, all dressed with nowhere to go, knowing I…
[POETRY] Wait of the Essence
By Yelly There I was…. Or so I thought In love. What’s love? Love is this, love is that But it shouldn’t be a wrap, tightly…
[POETRY] Ready to Be Your Muse
By Paulina O’Kieffe | @paulina_okieffe A muse can be defined as a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration…
[POETRY] My Pubic Bone
By Jayne Dough I can carry the weight of the world on my pubic bone. When you rest your fingers there, or on my hip You…
[POETRY] Not the Only One’s
by Chantelle Cressman Mothers, we aren’t the only ones who breed who lust, who feel the need to be touched So why are we the…
[POETRY] Ride or Die?
By Nikki Coco Of fateful nights when lovers paths cross Unfamiliar places, trespassed Vast portions of the oceans collide Arranged by universal co-conspirators From past lives,…
[POETRY] PMS
By Jayne Dough The phone call: “Who’s that girl in the background?!” “…there’s no girl…” BULLSHIT! Smash your coffee grinder and your pitiable possessions. Scare the…
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