Marlow Saucier

  • January 30, 2018By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem after receiving my stickers from REDBUBBLE, most/all of my new stickers being about race, religion, mental health or feminism. My Mother gave me one of those mother looks and asked why everything needs to be a statement. My mother likes to say that I have made my life a statement. That letting

  • December 28, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    This poem is a combination of reading the work of Rupi Kuar, which always leaves me feeling empowered yet vulnerable, and the let down from Christmas combining with the worlds reminders of my weaknesses and traumas. This is the blood, sweat, and tears, of 15 years.   you took everything from me yet still i feel shame

  • November 15, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    Marcos Alberti, a Brazilian photographer, is known for his daring movements in pieces reflecting the problems of our modern society through his artwork. He has been recognized for last year’s “3 Glasses” project, exhibiting the before and after style of documenting drinking alcohol in moderation. His newest project is one set out to break down

  • October 31, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    This is a poem describing the struggles between my writing and my identity that I have had to deal with for the past few months. My ability to write things down, the ability to vent and release through my language is something holy to me, and when it is difficult, I feel like a hostage in

  • October 3, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    This is a poem I wrote in an attempt to discuss two personalities or sides of myself that I posses. I chose my given name and my chosen name, and the rift between. How does my past as the girl my parents know affect my future as the person I want to be? I never knew

  • October 3, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    Clipping, an experimental hip-hop group from LA, has just released a new song that is equal parts enjoyable, woke and educational. The song titled “The Deep” highlights the tragedy of the millions of mothers thrown overboard during the Middle Passage and the devastating effects still felt today by the ancestors of those who survived the

  • September 16, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    A kiss isn’t consent. And the stars can’t save you. I wrote this poem about something that happened, maybe to me, maybe to you, probably to people that don’t have voice enough to hurt through their words. This is my healing. I hope it can help.  TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT Did you know that I kissed him first?

  • September 12, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    Between The World And Me, by Ta-Nehisi Coates, is written as a letter from a father to his son. This letter describes his life as a black child and spans to his life as a black man, black husband, black worker and black father. It describes how the word “black” shapes not only nations, but

  • August 23, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    What was supposed to be a love poem, but ended up as morbid and depressing as all the others. Part to my love, and part to for those in love who are farther apart than we are. In my mind, we live together in a house with just the right amount of sun coming in the

  • August 7, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem a while ago for the best class I have ever been in. This was the poem that gave me the courage to write and the courage to share my writing with not only the people in the room but also everyone outside. I read this poem and the room went quiet.

  • August 7, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem after reading “Milk and Honey” for the first time. This is how I hope to feel at least most of the time about myself, my femininity, my body, though it is always a struggle. This is a sample of the weaponization of femininity.   I was born a natural beauty With

  • August 6, 2017By Marlow Saucier

    I wrote this poem right before I fell asleep. My mind was wandering and my eyes were searching for something I didn’t know I needed. My wallpaper was peeling. Lines popped into place, a character was introduced, and this poem was born.    The wallpaper is peeling off my windows The paint chipping from the