Poetry

poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence ~ Audre Lorde

Subjects

Timsal Fatima Timsal Fatima

Dear Mom

Dear Mom, They keep me safe here It’s not worth knowing that They’ve chopped my hair I look like a boy, now But My flesh is fragile, still At night

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Anahi Cabrera Anahi Cabrera

Blue tutus and pink cleats

A stranger stares back at me when I look at the mirror. A scar I don’t recognize. Yet I know very well. A stranger looks back at me as I was up and stare at the mirror.

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