Hi all! Welcome (back) to the pink room! As always… grab a seat, get comfortable… we might be here for a little while. Join me for some poetry… Guardians of the Galaxy or perhaps the world of our dreams. They told me revolution only came one way And it was bloody Guns and military uniformsContinue reading “Why Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3 is actually a profound meditation on the possibility of our humanity…”
Category Archives: Pink Room Poetry
And God slept…
Hi there! Welcome back to the pink room. Grab a seat, get comfortable… we might be here for a little while. I have been doing a lot of writing lately. And the other day while I was sitting in a coffee shop, I had been trying to write. At some point early in my attempts,Continue reading “And God slept…”
When words are not enough
When words are not enough darling I want you to dance. I want you to praise dance Or create like modern dance Move your hips Ward off that generation pain Jump and rock your head side to side When words are not enough darling I want you to cry. I want you to wail IContinue reading “When words are not enough”
Eulogy to the Girl I was Supposed to Be
Eulogy to the girl I was supposed to be. Eulogy to the girl I thought I was going to be. Eulogy to the girl they predestined for me. Eulogy to the girl I wished to be. Eulogy to the girl I never could be. Eulogy to the girl they thought me to be. Eulogy toContinue reading “Eulogy to the Girl I was Supposed to Be”
From a girl on the margins
For the girl on the margins… Who has grown accustomed to tears To loneliness And the feeling of unwantedness For the girl on the margins… Who has tried her best to find a way to live in it, through it and despite it For the girl on the margins… Who has tried to be strongContinue reading “From a girl on the margins”
Pink Room Poetry
Hey all…welcome back to my pink room! Grab a seat, get comfortable… we might be here for a little while. Today we are supposed to talk about the first iteration of Pink Valley’s pandemic schooling… but it turns out I need a little more time to collect my thoughts so that I say something thatContinue reading “Pink Room Poetry”
Rebellious Breathing
Black joy. I only say black joy because well black and joy often don’t find themselves together I have often tried to remember it… For I too am tired that the world thinks sorrow and blackness ought to be synonymous I too am tired of crying So, I decided to banish sorrow or at leastContinue reading “Rebellious Breathing”
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