dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio...

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She Still Stands

Stalwart she stands, Vestige of an age-old battle. Despite upheaval and storm, She can’t be kept down. The jealous threw rocks in her...

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The Color Code: Underwear, An Invitation For Sexual Misconduct?

“I see London, I see France, I see [child’s name]’s underpants!” (unknown origin) A familiar childhood chant, guaranteed to wreak...

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Good Girl

Go ahead mark me with your stain, claim me as your own Boisterous bravado, you think you have it made. I am a good girl, never would my...

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Rumi Lovers

He can move in and out of her as Rumi lovers do, the type of lover who knows your body before he touches, the sort that knows everything by...

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Mother

I am what she once was She empties her hand in mine grips the buzzing bee hip and knee replaced the bone cup that birthed us broken this...

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The Cacti of Your Memories

I walk amid paths strewn with cacti of your memories. Which stay still, strong, silent. But there. In my path. So that if i want to go...

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Downfall

begin to constantly wear your disguise crown of thorns dipped in red, dangling above your head. no trace of purity or sacrifice. your name...

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