Read more of Deveraux Frazier's writing at Poetry of An Aspergian or D. Frazier Writes

Read more of Deveraux Frazier's writing at Poetry of An Aspergian or D. Frazier Writes
Broken, I am the second sex. I sit In a professor's office knit. He's a man who can open doors by closing you in. My eyes look down towards my shirt's firm fit. Bent and frustrated he tells me again That I should be an English Major, he'll help me in It's just a sweet … Continue reading English Major – Kiersen Elle Peach
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You say, I am the second sex subservient to man, the little woman kept between layers of life, like lemon icing- turned sour with the gumption to complain; I expect to rise in the mix - be recognized beyond baker's conception of icing to the cake refuse submission to your bakery of delights point of … Continue reading No Icing on the Cake – Heather Carr-Rowe
Without prehistoric fowl genetically morphing to adapt to environmental conditions and laying eggs with divergent offspring there would be no chickens no quiche, no cockscomb to name our hats. So, tell me, again, how I’m the second sex? Tamara Fricke is the 2010 co-winner of the Gertrude Claytor Award of the Academy of American Poets … Continue reading The Second Sex – Tamara Fricke
The girls at my school called girls who liked other girls —queer It wasn’t a power-word, it was a tailored slur like—perversion They used it like pitch tar to pour over any girl who was: Ugly, different, anti-social, didn’t date, liked to keep their hair short Rejected pink, hated Valentine’s Day, disdained posters of boys … Continue reading The Second Sex – Candice Louisa Daquin