rainy days

before he left
i prayed for rain
now he’s gone
and it’s here to stay.

you can keep your warm,
your sunny days
i prefer my sullen
to your winsome ways.

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second hand news fiend

I’m not going to apologize
to friend or foe
alike for refusing
to swallow
the bullshit being fed to me.
I’m not going to pretend to like
the taste in my mouth
as it ruminates on my tongue,
bat my eyes and smile,
letting it satiate a sick hunger.

The battles I fight are constant;
the burdens I bear, relentless.
Because there are those
who seek truth
in place of lies,
and others who
can’t tell
the difference.

tail between legs

I disquiet more and more men as time goes by;
evidence of how formidable I’ve become, I suppose.
I take it as a compliment.
They’ll stand there,
offended by my assumptions of them,
then with tail between legs,
nose high in the air,
amble on as if I’m the one who’s said
something wrong; done something to display
a grave ignorance or disregard for the
dignity and worth of another human being.

Perhaps I should wear a sign:
Don’t confuse my lightheartedness
with a willingness to laugh at your crude jokes.
Don’t mistake my tendency to want to please
for the ability to understand your need to feel superior.
Don’t forget, my feelings and experiences
as a woman are valid.
Don’t look away just because the truth is hard to take.

daily intentions

Setting my intention for the day:
what needs do I wish to fulfill?
And how can every action,
every thought,
every word
bring me closer to my center,
bringing me closer to others?

What change can I bring about
in myself
so that my life doesn’t┬ástagnate?
So that I don’t just become
what everyone wants
or expects me to become
but rather,
I come to recognize the divinity
that is my soul?

hera

One starts to realize
the lies
they were told their whole lives.
One starts to wonder
why they aren’t
automatically
given a choice
or allowed a voice.
We’re born as equals,
yet nurtured to hinder
our own growth
for the sake of others;
cast as “mere women”,
we are secretly envied
for our ability
to conceive
and nurture
life
in a way
man
never
can.