Category: slam poetry

When I finally sucker punched my childhood bully, the adults were all so happy I was finally made of fists.

All songs are about how much of someone we can take into ourselves until we both become dust.

Nothing knows the sound of abandonment like a highway does, not even God.

If you don’t lock your windows at night sadness can creep in & lay next to you.

I would have climbed in the jar if he’d asked me. I would have torn the good wing off myself.


From Sabrina Benaim’s book, DEPRESSION & OTHER MAGIC TRICKS.

In the beginning, God told Eve she did not need a man to exist.

I wonder why the depression test asks me to rank how often I cry and not why I don’t cry at all?

What do you want from me, advice? Don’t lie on your resume. Kissing fixes nothing, but it’s something my body wants. Listen to your body.

She will get brown enough to be asked where she is from & this is how she will know she is different.