Category: button poetry

Women are taught that first love look like sis…

Women are taught that first love look like sisterhood, taught the way a woman hold her sister is the way she hold herself.

I cannot remember his laugh though I thought I…

I cannot remember his laugh though I thought I would by now. His face fades and folds into each year. I do not know any of his scars and these things matter to me.

I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs. Pe…

I’ve been told that I give really bad hugs. People say it feels like I’m trying to escape. Sometimes it’s because I am.

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak…

Dear Mom, when you tell me I look like a freak or a joke, I look in the mirror and convince myself that you must be lying. That that cannot be true. I am a reflection of you and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.

From Danez Smith’s book, BLACK MOVIE.

From Danez Smith’s book, BLACK MOVIE.

Her fist is balled the way a boy would grip he…

Her fist is balled the way a boy would grip her hair in a kindergarten class, or at any age that boys put their name on things.

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave o…

I have stopped bringing flowers to the grave of the teenager I used to be.

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but…

I do not have room to carry anyone’s chaos but mine.

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s gui…

I am a body/I am a scrapbook of survivor’s guilt—turn each page, watch women make ugly shrine of their/my bones.

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s we…

We are not yet big enough to carry sorrow’s weight slung on our backs.