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mehersexpoetry · 10 months
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Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. —Plutarch
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littlewiseeyes · 1 month
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Black women.
Black men.
Black people.
🖤🤎
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yourdailyqueer · 3 months
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Rauda Morcos
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: N/A
Ethnicity: Palestinian
Nationality: Israeli
Occupation: Poet, activist
Note: Set up Aswat, the first Palestinian group dedicated to supporting lesbians.
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jndwrites · 2 years
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Prying
“I’m an open book,” he said
And I winced.
Convinced that this dude is probably an idiot
For many reasons but mainly that
Books aren’t naturally open.
Information is only as accessible as an institution will allow
(Shout outs to the college to emotional and financial failure pipeline)!
But tomes are not naturally propped open.
They must be cracked,
Peeled apart,
Your ruddy hands on covers,
flipping through from end to end.
Do not touch my pages.
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cloudrhythm · 3 years
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Your Favorite Librarian.
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absentzindagi · 3 years
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🧿I honor my highest self by nurturing my traumas , gracing off cords and showing up for my youngest self. I am loved. I am guided. I am protected. I am supported. Everything is happening for my highest good. 🧿
I am taking with me the valuable lessons I've learned along the way and building a new foundation with them. ✨🧿
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softnessisaweapon · 4 years
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two moods//two moons 🌙 happy bi visibility dayyyy
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uninhibitedmatters · 4 years
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upsidedwnumbrella · 5 years
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i’m not the one to sleep on.
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slimbug · 2 years
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This is the passage through blood, sweat, and tears. An open prayer of hearts, souls, and hands. An offering of melancholic gratitude. Black truth, black pain, black power, black blues.
I am so proud to present my debut poetry book: So Black I’m Blue. It is angry, it is raw, it is hopeful. I wrote this for me. I wrote this for us. I wrote this for you. 💙
You can purchase it here:
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mehersexpoetry · 2 days
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i'm the letter you wait to read until you're attention undivided. i'm that sigh of relief when you know things are going according to your plans. i'm the moment you can freely be yourself.
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yourdailyqueer · 3 months
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Julieta Paredes
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
DOB: Born 1967
Ethnicity: Indigenous Bolivian (Aymara)
Occupation: Poet, singer, songwriter, activist, writer, artist
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jndwrites · 2 years
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Nostalgia is a liar.
You cannot marry a ghost.
And you cannot love a shadow.
Blow out the flames of desire for the past
And provoke instead the embers of the future.
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cloudrhythm · 4 years
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inkbyaporia · 3 years
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on some nights i want to turn to the world and say, “look at what you’ve done to me.” when i was a young girl, my mom told me i would speak to everyone i saw in the park— i was relentlessly friendly and always had a smile on my face. but the world does not expect this from women like me. it expects what happens to us, and i hate how often the world proves me wrong when i try to be hopeful.
there is nothing a dark alleyway can’t hold, no man that is guaranteed to not follow me home, no way to get home safe without clutching a knife and rubbing your abuelita’s quartz, praying that your ancestors will watch over you at least until you get back home. and i get back home but i avoid the mirrors. and i get back home but i choose my dinner based on people who will never perceive me, take a shower and keep my eye fixed on the tile in case i see something of myself the world does not expect of me, in case i see something i think is worth destroying.
who is watching me? what performance do i put on? when did i become so heartbreakingly aware that i was seen?
— when did i become so heartbreakingly aware that i was seen? (ap 2021)
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