is my least favorite store on earth. The lighting ghosts my face. The music is nauseating. And all their products remind me of little children bent over their work, thinking themselves lucky that they have this fourteen-hours-a-day job that teases their tiny bellies with not enough food. It’s easy to forget all that when you […]
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i once got asked “which color are you?” i sat there, perplexed not knowing what he meant reading my face, i guess, he said “each color is a personality type for example, i’m red because i’m always mad and as for him,” he said, pointing right at his friend “well he, he’s blue, because he’s […]
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1. On the days where you feel more victim than survivor, remember that this was not your fault. There is no blueprint for dealing with trauma, so know that whatever you are feeling is valid. With that said, 2. You will be revictimized. You won’t deserve it, you’ll never ask for it, there’ll never be […]
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Filmed by Ali Bibbo & Sarah Megyesy. Edited by Sarah Megyesy. Megan Falley is the queer femme author of two full-length collections of poetry on Write Bloody Publishing. Her chapbook, Bad Girls, Honey (Poems About Lana Del Rey), was the winner of the 2015 Tired Hearts Competition. A Woman of the World and National Poetry Slam Finalist as well as a Pushcart Prize Nominee, […]
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You say you do not like the idea of bodies. Afraid of being nothing more than your weathered hands or shaky knees, I question whoever gave you the idea that this was possible. That you could be minimized to your eyes or your nose, your weight or your clothes, can I start a revolution? A […]
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I need love. The kind of love that’s gentle and calm. A love that whispers in my ears every morning, with a cup of coffee and a stem cut rose. I need safety. The kind of love that provides cautions and road signs. A love that takes me down on streets, holding me firmly while […]
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Depression can sneak up behind you silently, encompass you, drown you, all the while you’re crying on your bedroom floor thinking, What the hell is wrong with me? It can be hard to cope when you don’t really know what’s happening, but writing is something you can do on the good days or the bad. Writing […]
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I started speaking around the age of one. But the words weren’t very profound, no; they were nothing more than letters clumped together. Monosyllabic sounds flowed out of my small brain and lodged themselves in the air. Around the age of three, I started making sentences, to the point that I could talk to my […]
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The idea of writing a poem on the inside of an envelope — instead of a notebook — seems romantic after binging on fiction and your mind is a thousand miles off land and down with the titanic. Old movies share that same effect, that air of tension and magic in the air that can […]
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