Tagged: Poetry

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Pretention

It’s easier to pretend that this is what i wanted.My life is good. And I did dreamOf this.I dreamt, too, of more. But when people ask, I say “I’m very blessed”, because I amI...

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The Great Divorce

My parents are divorced. They have been for a long time. I spend weekends with my father But all through the week I am cared for by my mom. When I was younger I...

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(As Long as You Stay in Our Box)

Of course we love women, they say(as long as they accept their role,uphold the patriarchy,and don’t voice their desire for more) Of course we love single people, they say(as long as they are sad...

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newlY born

hello, worlD- I can never be walking porn Not when I run or dance or play. Not when I bow or tiptoe or pray. Not if I bat inviting eyes or high-kick a lacy straddle...

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The Sacredness of Doubt

Both of my parents were converts to the LDS Church, but my father was a zealous convert. On the way to school or church or the supermarket, he quizzed my brother, sister, and I...

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The City of God is Like This

The kingdom (queendom? commonwealth? city?) of God is like A mustard seed Small Easily missed. Potent. The city of God is like An olive tree An orchard A seed A wedding guest An ordinary...