What choice did I have? I’m sitting in a torn, bright red, faux leather booth with photographs of the same old, white man painting a wall splattered on the table. I do not want to flirt with this long haired, slightly high-pitched voiced Brazilian in front of me. But what choice do I have? WhenContinue reading “Choose”
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My Body, My Choice
Vinny chats me up as one can do in 8th grade (as boys can do in 8th grade), and says, “Girls look better with their hair down.” 10th grade: Allie tells me over pizza in a torn up, faux leather booth: “People think you’re really pretty.” “Take the bait,” they whisper. “We areContinue reading “My Body, My Choice”
Carry On
Tell me what type of wind would have made you stay, tempted your shallow roots to grow and adventures to remain silent in the mind, considering the heart instead– talk about vulnerability when all you see is mastery even a mindful soul can grow lonely what bit of sun-dipped skin did you need to see, prepared toContinue reading “Carry On”
Why be a Feminist?
It’s been on my mind, lately. …….. I watch Zen Buddhism videos every …… day and yet today is the ….. first I have watched a woman. …. The songs on the radio really …. are just “okay,” when one yells … “pussy” I shrink inwards, when “Choice,” … “Respect,” and dare I mention “Love” …. areContinue reading “Why be a Feminist?”
Reaching Joy 