We are authors of our own truths.

haiku #1

he pried through my shell
flesh forked open; wet; waiting
my pearl then exposed

- Lynx Sainte-Marie: haiku #1

drought

droplets of love
settle on her 
cracked lips

she thirsts
so parched that
when she
tips
the flask
she
drowns her
sorrows

- Lynx Sainte-Marie: drought

ablackwomansurvivingrape:
Thank you for following me. Your words are amazing

Thank you, lovely. Your blog name stood out to me as someone who is a survivor. Let’s be good to each other.

Loudness

When I was young
I was told I had a
big mouth

That my words were louder and
larger than should be

syllables round and full
circling past my knobby elbows
floating bravely, brightly 
into bigpeople arguments
like balloons
blocking
their frustrated temples
bursting
when I couldn’t
hold their coloured strings past my
knees

And how they would shake my limbs, those
older ones

Coaxing that the chatter of little
black children was not welcome
to conquer conversations
What would that uncle think
if he was here to witness the
backchat? To see
my clenched brow and
sturdy gaze in the face of
their opposition?

This is for every little brown one
with our dusty faces and
wringing hands

bellies burning

jaw bones iron clad 
against the tears

punctured words held with little hands
under coats 
and
tablecloths

May you never grow old 
to lay in bed at night
silence echoing through 
your ribcage
remembering when 
mothers and cousins would
cover their teeth in the
shame of you

- Lynx Sainte-Marie: Loudness

genderfucks:
Your poetry is truly incredible

Thank you & thank you for following me & supporting me. It means a lot :)