why i moved to the uk

why i moved to the uk

I get this question all the time. I buy a bus ticket with a few pounds and an American accent, and the bus driver wants to know how the hell I ended up here. It’s a valid inquiry. The answer I always give is “my husband lives here,” which is,...
listen

listen

*Trigger Warning: domestic violence and sexual abuse. I want to shout this from the rooftops, But also whisper it so no one looks at me. Listen, Don’t listen. I was taught to lie. Probably all of us are to some extent. What I mean is, I’m not okay. I...
pictures

pictures

The following is just a quick little poem dedicated to my partner, Si. I am reaping the benefits of his secret photography during our time apart.   He likes to take pictures. He has one of those Fancy cameras With the lenses You can take on and off. He takes pictures...
the price of objectification

the price of objectification

I am what you see. Just looking for attention With my painted face And single dimension. Obviously Trying too hard To be artsy. I am what you see. Once a man told me I had dick sucking lips. My then-boyfriend laughed At his hilarious quip And I felt my identity Fall...
behind my eyes

behind my eyes

*Trigger Warning: sexual assault and rape.   My sleep is plagued by nightmares. Some are so real I have to get up, Walk around, Check all the clocks, To convince myself It didn’t happen. I dream I’m drunk, Stumbling and unsure, I’ve lost my car, Can’t find my...