Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray

feminism the oxygen I inhale gratefully often desperately in a world where rapists’ reputations and futures are held in higher regard greater importance than the legacy of trauma that has been inflicted on girls on women against their will where old white men declare balls of dividing cells have more rights than living breathing women … Continue reading Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray

Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray

feminism the oxygen I inhale gratefully often desperately in a world where rapists’ reputations and futures are held in higher regard greater importance than the legacy of trauma that has been inflicted on girls on women against their will where old white men declare balls of dividing cells have more rights than living breathing women … Continue reading Feminists Don’t Wear Pink and other lies – Christine E. Ray

Blinded by the Light

Blood Into Ink

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night turned Armageddon

on a guitar pick

flashes easily mistaken for fireworks

eclipsed neon lights

further fall of civilization

documented on iPhones

played by ravenous media

on endless loops

until eyes fill with tears

bile burns the back of our throats

anxiety twists our guts

no match

for terror

agony

that drowned out

country melodies

as incomprehensible projectile hate

tore lives apart

into before

and

after

fill my closets

with mourning black

my heart is heavy with certainty

that we will live

to sing this bitter song

of grief

of impotent outrage

again

and

again

to tone deaf ears

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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