I dedicate this poem to the strong women in my life.   To my Great Grandmother Who lived her life in one town. Who worked day and night, Unseen and unheard. Who cared for her family...

Normalcy changes  With the times. What made someone  A hero, Can become their  Downfall the next day.   But me, A mutant? No, I’m just  Me.    Human...

Everyone plays a role In this movie called life. Yet I can’t seem to find My role.   Perhaps I am not meant for any Role. Background character? No, that doesn’t seem right. Is...

I rot as I ripen. A brown apple on the ground that used to swell with juice in every crevice.  I will be wrinkled and dry, and who will love me then?   He slips a lock of my hair  between...

I rarely wear them. The clasp gets jammed and the string is worn, But the shiny eyes remind me of her— Of all of them—the women that came before, So I persist until the pieces sigh together.   Mama...

Three old men live in my house, Their presence I can't deny. Although they’re ignored And often very bored, They never cease to abide.   Three old men live in my house, One...

I saw a fat toad on my doorstep. It spoke to me in its toad words:   “Would you care to dance?” And I of course obliged.   A pirouette by me A hop by the fat toad   Movements...

May I come in even just for a bit?  You don't have to engage with me.  I just want to be a part of your kingdom. As long as I'm visible I’ll be fine.    I say that but I’m still...

We could never be sisters, I tell you. You have been my friend for nearly a decade. Before and after this conversation, every memory I have will be imbued with you, a reminder that we love each other...

For nine months I've been going through something.                         Something I can't hide except by putting my pain aside The day you threw my love away  Turned...

I hate you for taking all the best parts of me,  Wrapping them in your grubby hands, Eating them up like it was your plan. As though all of the promises you made That I would never understand, Were...

My needle, Your punctures never sewed worth,  Never bore any threads Each break through my fabric, Simply piercing for the sake of pain A nonsensical agony Born of your own wounded soul   My...