may 2
the women in my life
are icebergs
stunning, twinkling, complex
bearing a depth of which could never quite
be understood, be fathomed
that they come from one
calve, chip away, emerge
into fluid nothingness
upholding, cradling the next
the Women in my life
are vulnerable strength
humble power
gentle passion
fierce love.
I am woman. Hear me calve.
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also may 2
on emotional labour:
so many men in my life build walls.
i do the labour of gently removing one brick at a time.
sneakily, with eons of time, so maybe he won’t notice, until they’re all gone.
sometimes im tired.
i take a sledgehammer to it.
But walls that get hit with sledgehammers are iron clad.
it is not my job.
i lose my friend.
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july 22
i am a ladybug
watch out you fkn aphids
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aug 16
goddamn i am a piece of art.
i am thoughtful & kind & share joy liberally and i am imperfect.
i am human and messy and contradictory
and i am perfect.
today i was feeling myself and i was loving myself.
and i say thats a fucking win.
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Sept 2
and who the hell is a “woman” anyway?
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