My Uterus

There is so much hatred towards women (cis/trans), transmen and gender non-conforming folks who exert power over their own bodies. It’s absurd and it’s about time it stops. I wrote a poem about abortion and my uterus. I encourage you to read it and share it with all of your closest friends. Read it aloud. Read it in your sleep. My Body. MY UTERUS!

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The Ballad of Leo Man

This is a story about how I [almost] gave my soul to a Leo Man who was bitter and cold.

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Muy Chingona

Chingonas write poems, too, ya know! We don’t all just drink beer and kick ass, but we also write, do art and cycle and stuff. Well, this poem isn’t about all of that. It’s about drinking beer and kicking ass.

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Authentic Love

One of the hardest things to do is to love someone authentically – flaws and all. This requires you to be a mirror. To acknowledge their flaws, making you face your own perceived flaws. Most of us don’t want to face those. Most of us would rather be blinded by romantic love and accept whatever…

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Table – Reserved.

This story is about a young lady who loves a young man, but he’s hesitant to love her back. This poem explores the metaphor of giving her heart out, like she gives food out – like her grandmother feeds hungry souls, she feeds hungry men, except this man won’t eat…

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When I Say I Love You…

I will tell you I love you in the moments I mean it most, When the sun has set And you are draped in darkness And distractions cease to be. I love you. When you are just waking up, Pillow wrinkles on your face, Sun peeking through the curtains unto your skin, Hair going in…

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How She Lost Her Soul.

She lost her damned mind To a man with no soul A man who had no intention of loving her She made his love her goal But he had no love to give For he was born with an empty heart And while she gave and gave and gave All he did was part But…

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The Hardest Poem to Write.

The words don’t flow as they used to  / I want to write about you  / I really do. I sit here, pen in hand, wishing you would flow out of me and onto this paper – But you linger in my loins…my every inch is engulfed in you. Unlike these words. These words know not to…

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