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Rebel Yell

Wordsmiths, our thoughts will become fingerprints that will fly on sound waves, generation after generation Words, the ones so artfully...

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#InStarbucksWhileBlack

Enough. Just enough. Last week’s news of two African American men being arrested at a Philadelphia Starbucks for the heinous crime of...

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Am I a Stuck Up Little Bitch?

I just learned I have a reputation as a recluse – a reputation I hate. It’s true, I’m easily intimidated by colleagues and...

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To My Temporary Friend

In the sultry ambiance, I visited the virginity in your soul, the curves- I adored, I felt through the tangible fathom of an inch below my...

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LET’S GIVE DRUG DEALERS THE DEATH PENALTY

Well, let’s not. Because actually we can’t. I am not outspoken about all things Trump. Everything is so ridiculous to me that my only...

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Dare Devil

I came to you, always wishing for your love approval I rode winds, flying over time just to be by your side wishing for more time love I...

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Those Three Words

Those three words Are an insurrection and a Judgment upon their hypocrisy Syllables and sounds of A personal revolution That I once thought...

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Fake It Until You Kill Yourself

This isn’t a poem or a blog post. This isn’t a satirical article or a cry for help. It’s just a simple question. “What will be the...

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The Rise and Fall

When I was seventeen I dreamt of a great big life filled with a glass house on the beach, diamonds, pretty bad boys, fancy designer duds...

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HAPPY WOMEN’S HERSTORY MONTH!

This is the month that we celebrate strong, independent women. It’s a special month because women are special. They are women of...

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Leakages

There is an open faucet under my bed, glazed over my body I am leaking into the people around me- I have never been this honest.   In...

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The First Time I Saw My Baby Sleeping

The first time I saw my baby sleeping was on Highway 89 halfway between Lake Tahoe and Truckee. His head was slightly tipped back and he...

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Here I Stand

Here I stand And there you sit Coiled in your karma wheelchair Mired in the dysfunctional Muck of your life The hissing motor Convulsing...

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A Call To Arms

Another senseless mass shooting, where for a few days, perhaps weeks, people will argue, discuss and voice their heated opinions on gun...

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I Want Tears

I want tears I want pain I want grief I want shame My hands char from a gentle touch, so effortlessly. Spite me, Condemn me Damage me. Spew...

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10 Reasons to Love, or Not Love, Valentine’s Day

“Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect...

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Men and Sexual Misconduct: There is Always a Choice

Before I begin this piece about men and their sexual misconduct, I feel like I have to give a few disclaimers. First, for clarity’s sake,...

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Some Days, I’m A Little Bit Psycho

If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my...

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Don’t Let Me Linger, Black

How could you forgive me if I can’t find it in my heart to forgive myself? For what, love? Oh, you know the goddamn basics, for living,...

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Post-Holiday Grief: No More Christmases

On December 3, 2015, my parents – at 73 years of age – moved to Los Angeles, from New York City. The city they had lived in,...

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COBRA

Crack. Like a cobra she rapid-fire attacks. Tongue flicking never losing sight of her victim. No matter the attack may not be justified....

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The Warriors

Time, a robber disguised, rubbed the edges of her tenet, eroding the pillars of confidence that she adhered to, ones that she constantly...

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Killing Myself to Sleep

I’m not complaining about being sober. The benefits of sobriety alone completely outweigh the losing prize waiting for me at the end of...

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Not Your Daughter

my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me...

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Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a...

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Women Who Inspire: Erin Matson, Writer, Feminist Activist and Co-Founder and Co-Director of Reproaction.org

Erin Matson is a writer and feminist activist extraordinaire whose work has appeared in the Washington Post and on CNN, MSNBC, Al-Jazeera...

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