self love

To The Girl in The Mirror

It is like being skinned, like being slowly unguarded and left in a formidable puddle of my own dearth. I sit on a couch, a sofa, a...

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A Letter to the Mistress, Who Invaded My Marriage

A little over a year ago, you inserted yourself into my world. I never had the opportunity to sit down with you face to face and have a...

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Who, you?

“Who, you!?” She exclaimed with a gasp, After I told her, I too, felt out of place Under watchful gazes in the tattoo parlor People...

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On Mental Health Awareness Month

Music sweet music, I wish I could caress, caress, caress, manic depression’s a frustrating mess. —Jimi Hendrix, Manic Depression Please...

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Scars

Proud muscle Battered and bruised A child, proud of strength And power That came with skinned knees and bruised shins Launching – Into...

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Falling Out

Will I stop disappearing if I get Botox, or whiten my teeth, or thicken my thinning hair with extensions? Will I stop disappearing if I...

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Learning to Thrive

In July 2014, in Okinawa, Japan, I got pregnant with our second boy. Fresh off a miscarriage and two months before we were due to move...

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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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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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How Do You Like Me Now?

We live in the dirty, digital age of Celebrity wannabe where everyone, including me, overshares everything. At the gym today, I was...

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The Hair There

The hair there keeps coming back, pushing through, endlessly, as if there is a message they have been trying to get to you, years now. But...

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Would a Broken Arm Cast a Pall on My High School Reunion?

If you had told me I’d be going to my high school reunion with a cast on my arm, I wouldn’t have believed it. After all, I was still in...

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BODY / IMAG(INE) – a poem in four parts

PART ONE/ BODY She dressed Hastily Alone Averting her eyes As loose flesh rolled Over her frame   And by squeezing And shimmering Her...

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Tinge

This, then will cure me, no, not that, an edge of knife blade, self-turned to pinch at wrist, not slice, just tip in to test resolve, not...

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My Body is a Poem

I’m beautiful. I say it under the dim bathroom light: I. Am. Beautiful. I take solace in the light on my face. I take solace in the light...

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Day 302: Bye, Felicia.

I have written a million poems about my body. How she couldn’t stay in her lane, fit in her assigned container, listen to directions. How...

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Garden Of Solitude

I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished and essential alonement my connection to Self denied for dozens of...

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Shelter

This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of...

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Definitions

I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by...

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Running For My Life

I couldn't sleep anyway There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow no one believed me - everyone hid in the shadows of shame I...

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Les Enfants Terribles

It is a true story my narrative of this grand prix night in 2017. I went out for dinner and drinks on Bernard street in Outremont. It was a...

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When I Was Twenty-One

Our eyes met across the smoke filled bar The Boss playing on repeat on an 80’s jukebox I was a big girl doing shots Laughing, dancing and...

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Hands of Mine

I look down and I see these hands of mine that don’t look like they belong to me….weathered and worn, signs of veins that want to speak...

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Day 218: Cumulonimbus

My daughter’s eyes are swollen and puffy-popped pink with 85% pollen and 15% heartbreak. The boy who has been calling her his for the...

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I Just Want One Day

I want to fly in the endless sky where every dreamer’s dream breathes and resides among the clouds, amid the stars. Where there are no...

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