Creative | Posted by Caroline B on 08/20/2015
I begin peeling off a layer of the mask that once covered my wounds. Starting with the
rehearsal smile hung high on my face
Revealing anger, torment, loneliness, vulnerability
I had to ignore the brewing storm of
frustration in my head
Just as they said to
On moving on
On healing yourself
What about working on justice?
What about having control over my own body?
That didn’t matter. Not to them. Because
somehow they had come to the conclusion that rules could be broken
By the man who held me down by my neck and told me not to scream
By the boyfriend who never made her comfortable enough to say stop
Because somehow suffocating the cries of violated women is the best way to solve a problem…
Creative | Posted by Saskia G on 04/3/2015
The curve of you,
where the cheek meets the thigh,
is sweeter than lips strawberry
in a tinted photo
which is not your own anymore.
the place of skin wrapped by summer
clothes stretched as you run.
of grass at the back of your neck
and sweat on your hairline,
in its stickiness trailing down,
down into the gentle creases
circling the mounds.
You create your own humidity.
Trap it here now,
to use it later or maybe
find it in memory
at that party where you sent the calling,
just sitting, testing,
like smoke in your favorite princess movies
and you were asked to dance.
The first time is power.
Twine them out, those summer tendrils,
use them only when you wish…
Creative | Posted by Augusta G on 01/7/2015
If you can’t handle me,
If my girl-power, middle-finger, bra-burning bothers you
Because I am only gaining momentum
I am charging,
Ignited by the tide of my moon
Surrounded by my sisters.
I am a bitch
And damn proud of it.
You label me,
For fear of my labia –
You try to turn down my volume,
Fix and fondle me.
But I don’t need to be handled,
I have two hands
And they work damn well between my thighs.
Creative | Posted by Kinder L on 12/26/2014
In class my professor stated that being comfortable
is a key factor to a society evolving.
At the time, I took her word for it. But
that night as I tried to fall asleep, I couldn’t help but
think about what she had said.
The more and more I thought about it,
the more and more I started to disagree.
It is with being too comfortable that my problems began
and I was lead astray.
Astray from the life I wanted to live.
Astray from the person I wanted to be.
I got too comfortable with the idea that I wasn’t good enough.
I got too comfortable with thinking that it is alright to
dismiss your intelligence to appear more attractive
in the eye of society.
I got too …
Creative | Posted by Georgia P on 08/29/2014
Shut up he barked
Sit down he wined
Raise your voice he howled
Raise your cup to me he giggled
Make pure and tender love to me he snapped
Pick me up in your arms and tell me how to change he snaked
Shut up he whispered, into my ear on this cold, cold night
Pull out the chairs when they sit down he commanded
Read my mind he yearned
When my mother comes cover your bruises and show me that smile he snickered
When my father comes cover your chest and cross your legs he murmured
Know me like no one has ever known me, care for me like no one has before we wished
to each other
Shut up, he pounded into me, his sweaty hands slurping my …
Creative | Posted by Emily Z on 02/21/2014
Ridges of her spine like fish
emerging from the water:
she stands, condensation dotting
the mirror. Swift shock,
change snapped from the fingers.
Past tense, present: glass,
arrows in knees, never: transparency
in spite of itself, choked
back, unnecessary. I wish, I wish.
Creative, Pop-Culture | Posted by Julie Z on 01/25/2014
Saturday Vids: Ten Responses to the Phrase ‘Man Up’
Thanks so much to reader Monique for submitting this fantastic video of spoken-word poet Guante describing ten ways to respond to the phrase “Man Up.”
Creative | Posted by Eden Halo on 04/26/2013
Midas and Medusa
Our suffering was human long before you
Tried to “humanise” it,
Give us the kiss of life,
I am not your wife, I am not your sister
I am not your fucking daughter, sorry to break
All this water
On the embers of you
Deigning, for once, to give a damn
What your friends do to us
By imagining we belong
To you — I will demonstrate
How little you know of possession
As I run
My keys along your car
Til your mouth unlocks, drops open
And I dive down your throat, walk around
In you, the cage
Of your ribs more spacious than
My own, two sizes too small,
Zero, counting down to take-off, space
For my heart all taken
With the frenzied tango
Of me watching you …