Poem: Asians Are Not Exotic (a very long, angry, sad poem)

I couldn’t hide my eyes which made me Other Ghengis Khan Mongolian hordes attacking with long swords other. Mongolianism was the original term for Down’s Syndrome, a parent’s nightmare to see their child’s eyelids’ thick and covered open “short stature, flat face” those were the mentioned features “It’s” not like Us looks like Them slit…

Poem: Superhero Sisters

(In honor of the found photo above , a poem): Superhero sisters unite with your amazonian strength to fight for what’s right Who else can look so fierce in tights? Batman and Robin step aside they don’t need to be your brides like by-gone knights they have the strength of ten thousand men because their…

Poem: Past Centuries

I was Half Welsh Half French centuries ago sorrow accused of being a witch because of gathering flowers by moonlight’s glow. Villagers stoned me hurled rocks against bone I was seventeen then somehow managed to survive even though they left me brutalized and unconscious. I was always innocent thinking I could help a natural scientist…

Poem: Empathic Contortionist

She’s mixing portioning incense lightning eye closed musing humming thinking with her eyes and lips dreaming therapy soup with the smile of a hybrid angel. Sophisticated classlessness intentional crumbling she’ll switch herself out of a crowd of leering. She doesn’t want the risk of deep water sinking breathing in everyone else’s bruises as if they…

Gray Pride

(All copyright free images are from pixabay.com) Modern society stresses the importance of youthful beauty in film, music and media. Sex symbols are airbrushed smooth in photographs; their skin appears flawless, wrinkle-free and polished. The Media creates a vacuum of emptiness so they can fulfill the illusion of overcoming it, in the same way that…

Poem : persephone

Persephone deep dark underwood, sacrificed to live like a vampire Deprived of gorgeous radiant sunlight Stolen as a child while collecting wildflowers, Hell ripped open earthquakes to swallow her angelic good into unending demonic nightmare with her rapist uncle, pedophile death. He destroyed her innocence her potential to grow. Her mind evolves, but she’s forever…

Journal : Sex Slave Fashion?

Copyrighted image by Matt Baron Why are a majority of high profile women still so willingly objectified, in our so-called liberated society? If we were truly sexually liberated, this Hollywood couple wouldn’t be dressed this way. Does this wife look like an equal partner or does she look like a concubine? This is the actor,…

Poem : For Karin

Images Tookapic and Pixabay from pexels.com You were walking home with your friend when you saw a mother lying naked, crumbled on the sidewalk, with her crying daughter huddled away from the battering husband who was lurking nearby, high on cocaine. He was the one who beat and choked her, ripped off her clothes in…

Poem : Scars

The scars on me are invisible, but can be seen in my eyes, And the lies I tell still To be accepted as normal is To not be seen, known or heard. In this pretend world, It’s time to unmask, disrobe, reveal Unfolding secrets, Editing tragedy, Re-translates time, Truth re-aligns Self to true self, Eclipsing…