July 12, 2015

I'm Suspicious of Male "Feminists" - And You Should Be Too

Hey, lovelings! Now that I've finished college (congratz 2 me) I have more time to focus on writing. So here's my latest article, on Medium.com, juuuuuust for you. Enjoy!

June 10, 2015


I'm supposedly alive but,
there's a haunting happening,
in my skeleton,
by ghosts
who whine like children,
like children who weren't
adequately fed,
and now they're frail,
so frail,
and according to them,
it's my fault

I'm supposedly alive but,
there's a slow death happening,
in my muscles and hair,
falling out, drying up,
withering like flowers,
like flowers given to someone
who's allergic,
and now they're dry,
so dry,
and according to them,
it's my fault

I'm supposedly healthy-looking but,
there's a sickness happening,
all over me and in me and around me,
a cloud that impedes my life,
stifling like smog,
like smog over a city,
and now it's a ghost town,
so empty,
and according to everyone,
it's my fault:

Maybe if you exercised more
you'd be okay!
Try juicing! Try acupuncture!
Try meditation and yoga!
Try eating this way! No, the other way!
Try not being such an attention whore!
Try sucking it up!
You're not the only one who has problems!
Think positive!!!!!

But I'm the one who has to
live in this body
and according to me,
this pain is real,
and it's constant,
and it hurts,
and I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired

when will they finally stop
blaming me?

More importantly,
when will I stop blaming myself?

June 2, 2015

by the book

I was brought up by the Book
God’s word scarred into my calves
with leather belts and 
flat palms bearing rings
skirts above the knee forbidden
lest my pre-pubescent body tempt
God’s wise old men

my curves bound in words
I was told never to question,
though I tried,
wanting a reason why
God would want my body hidden 
when it was made in His image
or want my sex off-limits 
when He didn’t even ask Mary first

there are very few women in the Book
whose voices were heard
it’s just men talking to men
talking to God talking to men
even that donkey was granted his prayer
while the women spent so long being silenced
they have trouble recalling
the sound of their own voice

but I know their story well enough
to know it will become mine
if I’m not careful
so with voice barely a whisper and
knees shaking under long, modest skirt
I’ll find someone to answer my questions
and if God won’t answer
I’ll find someone else
I’ll find myself