Category: slam poetry

I have long since forgiven your lies. I have long since forgiven my body for failing, for breaking. Maybe forgiveness is transitive.

I wake and I am a burning mahogany. And what I mean is there are days I am engulfed. Other mornings I wake and I am most like the horizon.

If you break her heart, I will hear it snap with the ear I pressed against her mother’s belly.

They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. There is no proverb about the way to a woman’s heart. The way into her is more important.

My thighs say: We don’t want your praise, man on the street corner… man in the parking garage… man in Walgreens while we’re buying tampons…

You, big lady, were the only Disney character who ever looked like me. And while you may not have had the waistline of a princess, I’ll be goddamned if you didn’t have the swagger of a queen.

If I came to you, lonely as a grocery store parking lot at 5 am, blowing smoke rings but pretending they are halos, could you believe in the magic?

The first time I saw her, everything in my head went quiet.

I know you can’t break me half as hard as I deserve to be broken. Every injury just another opportunity to learn to love this body.

I wake and I am a burning mahogany. And what I mean is there are days I am engulfed. Other mornings I wake and I am most like the horizon.