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To be silenced
It’s inner violence 
Being forced to withhold
A story to be told
A crushing of the inner 
A bleeding under skin and 
A heart growing dim 
She’s becoming a shadow 
A piece or a part
Not a whole 
Never whole 
Deep within the soul 
She’s Scared to make known 
What she’s been shown 
Her cover is blown 
When she takes the lid off 
How she was Forced to eat from the trough 
A Choke and cough 
From these scraps of love 
if it can be called that ? 
It was rather more like bits 
Next “hits”
And their leftovers 
Can She Do overs ?
And hangovers 
These all meant to stifle 
Take out the rifle 
To Fire a shot 
At her voice 
That’s now here 
Loud and clear.



“Love your neighbor as thyself” 

Yes, thy wealth 

Thy health 

Yes, our very own selves 

These aren’t just words

Merely verbs 

This is a call to action 

To reaction 

To fashion 

Our mentality 

To equality 

The reality is 


Cut and created in

The very image of God





Sons and daughters

Mothers and fathers 

Brothers and sisters 

Are we listening ?!

The red words in the Bible

Mean they came from His mouth

Not a suggestion 

But to do without doubt 

See, our focus is how did these people get here ?

Oh, how we have forgotten to look in the mirror.

We ask, what will they cost? 

My response : 

Probably the same blood shed death on a cross

He died for the Muslim 

He died for the “gay”

He died for the one who

Denounces His name 

There isn’t a “chosen”

A cut out

A print

That we can mass produce


And press send

He knows our very hairs

Not just the ones on your head 

But the count of the ones 

Some would rather see dead 

Than to be in this land 

Of the free 

And the brave 

Of the very same ones

His blood

Has the power to save 

Below is me actually reading it, in the dark, because I was too lazy to get up and turn a light on.


There’s this term 



To be stripped 


And Sifted

See, we’ve been tripped up 

By the things they’ve conjured up  

Held as truth 

This ban on youth 

Conspiring ruse

To quiet the muse 

I have my own way of thinking 

Heard not just seen 

Through verbs, not in memes 

Shot down when I spoke up

So I learned to choke what 

Drove us 


Me and my sister(s)

Learning to unlearn 

All the silence 



And to Unchoke

The hope

That woke

Me up to my dream 

No more body Shaming 2017

Read this today out of an updated rendition of “Our bodies, Ourselves”.

Made me want to give up the idea of playing a role. Playing a part.

I don’t mean dressing up for fun. I mean actually finding identity in how successful one is in this subtle, wide spread competition. 

I am denouncing any role I have played in the past. I am resigning. I will really strive this year to forget this body shaming business. This idea that the makeup companies and teeth whitening marketers and fashion designers want me to believe. This forced participation.

I am tired of hearing women complain. I’m tired of hearing myself complain. I’m tired of talking to a cardboard cutout. 

I can’t relate to it in this stage of my life. 

Cheers to no body shaming, no measuring up literally in 2017.

Pressure Peers

Peers that put pressure 

Mess with your 

View of self 

Go along with the rest



In on all sides

To do what they do

You do


On who

They tell you to

Unable to think

Give you a wink 

And a nod

To go in that direction


The importance that you be like them

On a whim


Same skin

Boxed in

Look the part

Throw the dart

At who you really are


While they clapping



Finally got caught

Cause you forgot

Them- you are not 

How much do we do because someone expects it?

Check it

We’ve wrecked it

Gave them the reigns

Put ourself back in chains

Now we’re to blame


For false pretenses

Fake images

Making copies and printing ’em

Handing them out by the hundreds

Mind stunted


Grab the gun

Pull the trigger 

Cause we aren’t who we are


Reality charred



For lack of integrity  



To who I was made to be


I wish we didn’t have to try

Have to lie

Have to hide

But it’s what we’re taught 

Is it not?

From baby to now

Put on the shroud 

On knees we bow

To expectations


Even our conversations 

It’s surface

Truth curtained 

But really hurting 

How are you?

Fine, next line ? 

It’s the same rhythm and rhyme

Can’t take it

Makes my stomach ache

When I witness fake 

I’m Cringing 

While they bingeing 

On making each other feel like they’re winning

High fives 

Over gapped thighs 


Contoured lines

Made up eyes

Glossy images

To keep reality in cages

Truth be told

Be it bold 

Not gonna fold 

Gonna play the hand 

Take a stand 

Be myself and 

Wish that it catches on