Creative | Posted by Saskia G on 04/3/2015

Pheromones

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.

Instead savor

the place of skin wrapped by summer

clothes stretched as you run.

A prickle

of grass at the back of your neck

and sweat on your hairline,

delicate musk

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…

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Creative | Posted by Augusta G on 01/7/2015

Womantra

If you can’t handle me,

If my girl-power, middle-finger, bra-burning bothers you

Then reevaluate

Because I am only gaining momentum

I am charging,

Ignited by the tide of my moon

Surrounded by my sisters.

I am a bitch

A whore

And damn proud of it.

You label me,

For fear of my labia –

Too crazy

Too young

Too wild

Too scared.

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.

 

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Creative | Posted by Kinder L on 12/26/2014

Uncomfortable

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 …

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Creative | Posted by Georgia P on 08/29/2014

Progress

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 …

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Creative | Posted by Emily Z on 02/21/2014

Woman

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.

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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.”

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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 …

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Creative | Posted by Tori A on 02/22/2013

Reborn

The ability to move and be moved by another person, to love and be loved, sends chills down my spine.
To feel another’s emotions intertwined with my own.
The exquisite high of a touch, a smile, a moment, awakens my lungs so that they may breathe in the fresh surroundings you bear.
I once was deaf to the voices of reason.
I once was blind to the changes around me.
But now, I take it all in.
Like a newborn’s first glimpse of the world, you have made me anew.
Like my soul once sat partial, you have made me whole.
Flesh on flesh you consume me.
You take me as I am.
Let me be only grateful to hold you in my arms while I am allowed to.

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