"Typical female behavior."As if this is an insult,as if this was not a productof the patriarchal society we live in."Typical female behavior."Such a generalization, butwho am I to disagree?"Typical Female Behavior" is a symptomof the world you've been living in."Typical Female Behavior" is an excuseto avoid your own eye in the mirror.TypicalFemaleBehavior is bullshit.Who are… Continue reading Lies
The spaces between words do not get attention;you only notice whenthey'renotthere.Riding on a train,our eyes glaze over and we are lost in our own worlds.That is where I go in my mind:on the trains stuffed--but not too stuffed--with blank-faced peoplewho do not care that my eyes may fill with tears,who do not care when I… Continue reading Ideal
I wish I knew what to say, when you give me that smile. Because my thoughts turn bright green and pink Like a ripe watermelon, split open. My personal colors of happiness. I wish you knew how to react, when my gaze distances itself. Because my thoughts are a river of muted colors: flesh pink,… Continue reading Thinking
Scars writepoems on fleshsearing themselveson my mindand your body.
I have a playlist for myblackest emotionsentitled "Mad"made for the days whenI can't figure outwhich way is up.I have a playlistentitled "Sleep"for when I can't seemto shake the hazeout of my eyes.I have a playlistentitled "Current"which isn't, in fact,that current at all.I have a playlistentitled "Work"as if I could concentratewhen my favorite songs playon repeat… Continue reading Playlists
"I am experimental with music."We long discussed what we liked and didn't,what annoyed us and what made us happy,but broaching the subject of music seemed tedious.As I try to think of the adequate way to list the artists and songs I love,to classify them under a phrase or genre, and realize it's not possible.Macklemore, Lorde,… Continue reading He said to me,
The love that traveled my bones kept me at a distance,I wanted the serenity of being with and apart, together but not.Now, I crave the closeness.Grasping at each other in the darkness,Wanting nothing more than to never let go.My stomach twists at the idea of it: having someone,or maybe not having them.Is this new feeling… Continue reading