I want to set myself free. I want it fees-free… I want to peek under my skin.. And to cultivate not the coming-out tree… I want the salvation of soul..I want to halt the knee.. I want the Self-evident truth of my entity…I want the visor un-be…. The judgments sprung-up ad hoc to flee.... I… Continue reading I want to set myself free
When you claim your harassment is all “fun and games”, that’s not what I hear. When you claim that, all I can hear is danger, alarms ringing in my ears. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, eu não oiço isso. Quando chamas o teu assédio de brincadeira, o que eu oiço é perigo. Oiço os… Continue reading When you say your harassment is all fun and games / Quando chamas ao teu assédio brincadeira
Dear Alyssa, It’s been 27 years 27 years of hiding 27 years of avoiding 27 years of shame. Dear Alyssa I know you don’t feel valued, girl I know you’re not celebrated. It’s been 27 years Why can’t you show them the real you? Who told you it’s not good enough? Why did you put… Continue reading 27 years
Opening: “tyranny leaves the body free and directs its attack at the soul. The ruler no longer says: You must think as I do or die. He says: You are free not to think as I do; your life, your property, everything shall remain yours, but from this day on you are a stranger among… Continue reading A poem for Denmark
It’s something that I once could do, and now I think it's all but gone. My creative will is lost. It’s all been robbed, my words, my voice... Close the book and rest your mind, focus on the peace you'll find... Maybe I could just live life? Give up on dreaming away. That's what they… Continue reading Sometimes I miss writing poems.