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Experiences in Poetry
I am a poet. I don't have any books published, but I am a poet. When I sit down to write, it's what comes easiest. The fiction I write often comes from poems or turns into poems or, at the very least,...
Lenora Huỳnh2 months ago
Before the Rice Plant Becomes
There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.White rice symbolizes wealth. Fair skin symbolizes wealth. It implies that the woman has never had to work hard. An outdated perspective of course, but the notion that fair skin is desirable, is s...
Sid l.c 3 months ago
One Day
We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower And hold our heads lower. Our hopes will be so far above us, I swear, they touch the heavens. Once in a while, we’ll catch a glimpse of what ...
Christopher Sims4 months ago
Stop a Bullet with a Poem
Stop A Bullet with A Poem If I could stop a bullet with a poem I would. If I could save one life with a poem I would. I’d throw each word like a disk or a shield aiming straight at bullets from 45s an...
meka carter4 months ago
Metamorphosis
I rise from the ashes After scorching the lies of my youth I come to terms, realize It’s okay to be a mess I no longer have to evade my truth I wasn’t born into this madness Neatly packaged with a bow...
heaven young4 months ago
Outline
You don’t know the first thing about strength, When the battle gets too hard, you run away. Put others before yourself in harm’s way, But I won’t let you get to me today. You think you have power over...
Jacob Jackson4 months ago
The Black Wolf
How do I say my depression is unbearable when I'm stuck in this place? How do I say it without hurting the people who've tried so hard to make things okay, who've been there for me almost every single...
Hello, December
Hello, December, how’ve you been? It’s been a while since we caught up; we should spend some time together. Let’s stand outside wrapped in scarves and mittens catching snowflakes on our tongues while ...
LIFE MAZI5 months ago
The Spy and the Bird
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem wit...