Where I’m From: An Original Poem

Wondering why I've decided to share so many poems lately? Well, tomorrow, March 21st IS World Poetry Day! Here's my next one, which actually was recorded first in this particular session. Screaming SecretsThe wronged shrieked                from their fingertips,              silenced no longer,                       Empowered by consent, Enraged from words                not welcomed to... Continue Reading →

Three Years With A Home

In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University...

Ugly No More

Since I had knowingly manipulated people using my sexuality and theirs, I also knew how to manipulate people into STOPPING their objectifying of my body. I made it one that less people would be attracted to. I made myself as UGLY as I possibly could.

Wait, Didn’t You Become A Nun?!

For over half a century of my life, I had been sexually attractive to someone. I just wanted that part to stop. I just wanted someone to see the daughter of God that I was, and not a piece of meat to use.

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