Learn more about other poetry terms

Powering my rage - I am walking down the street, Summer evening light, Still warm Dozy, disgusting, disheveled From the day and the drive, And I hear THE COMMENT.  
Content notice: Violence against people of color, people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender nonconforming people; allusion to suicide, sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.  
I have a few things left that I need to let go. The scar tissue tells the story that I haven't told. I didn't know it was human trafficking. Picked us up dropped us off, motivated us to sell their magazine's.
all of my life, i heard shh, no, shh  why is no easier to say for you than it was for me ? i grew up with people telling me "shh"
This is a rape poem but i am male impossible you say fuck you i trusted this man he was my friend a few years older we played hide and seek with the rest of our friends
"Ok, she admitted Mommy you were right.Something unrealized until there was absence of light.Every word her mother said kept running through her head.
He says that I’m too sensitive As our friends cheer on to his venomous jest It’s just a joke, bud, lighten up (I’m incensed)
John Dominique once said, “You cannot kill truth. You cannot kill justice.
Ring-ding-dong A man casts a shadow upon the lawn. Ring-ding-dong To her chamber he is drawn. Ring-ding-dong A kiss he gently lays upon, Ring-ding-dong The brow of beauty long foregone.
One day I hope they'll see this is just a sad part of me their hearts I do not mean to break I do it for my own souls sake I want to smile and often do except for when I think of you
Subscribe to sexualviolence