I will not be silent I will not maintain the peace I will say the ugly words out loud and I will not flinch Murder
Tag: Rage
The Name They Call Her
always said with venom always intended to punish “how dare you?!” it asked insinuating that she was uppity presumptuous a ball breaker to draw a
My Beast
caged beast hidden in my breast screams inchoate rage beats its fists into bloody pulp against metal ribs until they splinter reunited we cling fiercely
Ice
the ice jam of words long lodged at the back of my throat has begun to melt syllable by delicious syllable that tickle going down
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
Objectification
you sharpen your words into knives lovingly caressing blade with whetting stone until it can split hairs your goal to dismember into assorted parts a
The Soft Throat of Justice
torches carried in angry fists swallowed the light burned away the oxygen created a vacuum in a night gone chill like the blood in my veins
My Truth
Dedicated to Nicole Lyons and to all writers who have had their works plagiarized my words my blood my bones my tears my pain my
