Poetry
This piece is about the ups and downs of living with depression. Often times, it’s a rollercoaster of emotions and lack thereof. I go through phases like the moon, but less beautiful and far less predictable. Some days, I’m completely devoid of feeling. “Nothing” is a surprisingly filling sensation. My gut is swollen with the nothingness
Sex without consent, things they took it lightly, the fact that you prefer to shut your ears and eyes because it’s disgusting and you don’t want to be in any version of that society, blinding with a thick cloth separating you and them- the victim, because you felt that your version sounds better. Sex without consent
This poem is inspired by women-loving-women who conquer internal and external homophobia everyday, and to the ones who are hopelessly romantic yet still fighting for acceptance of who they are. This is for you. Edgar Allan Poe once wrote “But we loved with a love more than love” Well I loved her more than me I loved
This is the fourth installment in the Pride Poems series. This poem is about yellow and what the color on the original pride flag represents. This poem is about sunlight. The bright rays kiss your skin As we lay out in the grass We care not of our sins Or of our social class Out
People talk about love all the time, but every destination began with a journey. What does it mean to fall in love? To feel a million different emotions all at once, to try to decipher them like a code? To finally realize what’s happening to you and knowing it’s too late to turn back; to
At times in my life I’ll go through these anxious spirals, and during such periods it feels as if the world–my existence–is limited to that very moment, that no future awaits me. However, when those times pass, I often look back on them from the comfort of my current state. I realize during those mental
This poem is about living life with no opinion on what is going on, completely used to the way things are. It is frightening to be part of an unfazed population in a time where everything is changing. I was not phased by the season change, swallowing my Zyrtec with ease. I always requested chicken tenders, following my order
It has been so exhausting to see literary works that repetitively use the colour black to metaphorize a dark becoming, or anything else that radiates with negativity. Although it can be supposable in some circumstances, the stigma revolving the colour black extends so far that people of black pigment are treated as if they are
In this world, there are people, like me, that often suppress their emotions for far too long. You only have so much space inside of yourself that can hold anger in. Just like all things that go up must come down, all things that get pushed down will rise again. Overall, this is a poem
This poem came from a place of realizing that people are more similar than you could imagine, but not necessarily in a good way. You can never really know how much you’ve hurt people. Because maybe every street of our lives is a dead end We start driving and we end up on a
This poem was inspired by images of police brutality seen in the media and has been adapted from its spoken word format for this publication. There is a dead child’s body on Congress’s floor. Stop. There is a friction between clothes and skin. Stop. First wound in the womb. Stop. The shadows lag. Lag
