Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I understand you. The unlucky, the unwanted, the misfits, the downtrodden. The middles, the lower class, the majority. I have been the underdog, the stigma, and the less desirable. I have been locked up, and it the lowest, most terrifying depths of despair. I have been locked up for my Read more
Perhaps I should at the breast but she bites behaves badly she preys a pretty pot I bought her a shrine a sanctum filled it with with god’s golden earth I prayed a reluctant mother I adopted her loved her feared her saved her my cats wanted to eat her Read more
Tick tock The hands on a clock Move slower for the worker For the female Who gets paid lower Wages upon checkbook pages I spend all my time Just to earn a 9 pennies and Two dimes Less than the average man Women Shouldn’t have to carry brass knuckles And Read more
Night blossom, hawkish, witchy wiles, lovechild in lightning with a pedophile. My Cue, best book, biography. By art beguiled, betrothed to Clare Quilty — dress black, ink blue. Lolita vacation kaleidoscope of butterflies. Whim winged gleams, collector’s eyes. 12 year old on index cards. Captured clippings, American bard, true predator. Read more
I became a poet the night I didn’t die that long fuckin night smothered guilt suffocated shame unaccountable years pills and dead prayers Hollywood broken neon bulbs a lost darling sinning a beggar faux reality loved everyone hated everything a fallen angel ripped jeans a tarnished borrowed halo diseased dreams Read more
If you think having a role model and seeing people who are like you when you are growing up is not essential, you are wrong. The power of the media is strong and whatever the message is you receive when you grow up is the one that can either help Read more
My parents had sex; nine months later I was born. My citizenship is a result of dumb luck. I did not work for it or yearn for it. I did not have to struggle to get to this country. Citizenship was a gift. I have not felt the burn of bigotry Read more
Youth is you, O brother mine. Golden clock hands choose Angles, acute/obtuse Considering the dial, as does your smile. Sometimes it’s ten:fifty, or conversely, four:forty six in your face-plain the granite, too awaits a turn to be chiseled. I swore before I’d never leave this shanty Never would consider the Read more