The bitter bite of being underestimated, again, as if I am not sewn together, from the ones the world tried to tear apart. Today, I am not the girl I was. I am patched up, with pieces, a collage of Queens. Their bones are fused, with my refusal to be silent, we are together, awake, […]

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Monster Truck

Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of […]

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