I knew my name when grown men called me ‘honey’ fondled my braids and pulled my 10-year old body stiff with resistance onto their hard
the god-fearing men who wish to tie us to stakes sew lions on their standards to give them courage play at soldier like little boys
Inspired by the Daily Prompt and an article in today’s Philadelphia Inquirer a woman speaks into the void tries to impart necessary truth that actions
you have mistaken me for a damsel in distress waiting for the handsome prince to come rescue me slay the dragon you seem to be
You have mistaken me for a damsel in distress waiting for the handsome prince to come rescue me slay the dragon You seem to be
The Whisper and the Roar Collective is seeking submissions of well-crafted, impactful writing for our series on the global exploitation of women. We are accepting
Their voices droned on Unwilling to hear her truth Threatening silence Her voice not valued By small men with small ideas Still, she persisted
One of my favorite pieces of poetry that I have written in 2018 is Adam’s Rib, which was originally published on Whisper and the Roar.