Feminism
I am the war she talks about
We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
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We don’t talk about our dark days. Of all earth’s lush night plant life, you choose to call the girl with war in her mouth
Say her name Burned to death for speaking out Placing seeds of doubt Telling it like it is Say her name Burned alive for speaking
If I possessed the largest hands on earth I would cup the sea in each hand and I would take a great gulp. All the
Oh, everyone should go to the mall In search of the stores that have THIS THIS is the latest, THIS is so in So many
They gathered up all the pieces of her Collected all of the broken bits of – Her Doll They fed her soothing syrups Injected calming
I write, More than I speak. I carry my words In feathers. They’re silver lined Like the moon. I touch them with a Light hand.
The heart yearns for the comfort of a familiar body or a soft feeling or being protected and under the care of someone strong and
The windows never concealed the openness unless it was tinted, The thoughts never disappeared until it was painted. Painted with the love that was once
He wants to embrace the night; The dark, mysterious but mesmerizing sight. The starry sky, Lonely moon, Stuck in his head As the lone
As I sit gazing at the infinite sea… I think about everything in front of me… Clenching my fists with mounds of sand… Thought
How different, all the vessels that transport our minds around, Variety of size and shapes, uniqueness does abound. Some adorned quite regally, while others are
Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury I frisson on seeing a snake As if the long venomous tongue jutting out
Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight. Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I
The divine is tangible the body a temple the legs spires the hands feathers the eyes stain -glassed hues Prayer As a shawl falls
Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you
Measurable volume empty space Sun has risen, hours passed Since the last few patrons laughed then left Distinctive timber presence remain Juke joint slumber, eerie
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at