for women: mothers, grandmothers+, sisters, daughters, friends, enemies, strangers, partners, and significant others.
poetry about women
is plagiarism with permission
read that again
her mind works in ways that inspire
thoughts of her spark a light
‘til my heart turns to FiRE
her words are like song
she walks like it’s a dance class
my tongue turns to stone
i can’t speak when she strolls past
i risk the wrath of the internet’s system of caste
disrupt the patriarchal gaze that treats us
like it’s à la carte…
in flavours, tastes, portions, sizes; all the above
you’re my earth: my home and my homie
i wish the world saw you
the same way that you sew me
Note: sew not saw
i appreciate you for existing. you’re everything that anyone could ever wish for; so never let ‘em tell you any different. i don’t intend to lecture — just to make it clear that you’re special.
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