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...
father dearest

father dearest

*Trigger Warning: Sexual abuse.   Imagine a girl Trapped in a liquor bottle. This is all she sees- The inappropriate drinking Of her alcoholic father And not old enough To know any different. Sometimes she’s let out, Breathes fresh air, But it’s jarring Because...
singularity

singularity

It could have been a dream. They’ve been very realistic, Lately, And I’m having a hard time Knowing the difference. I’m never truly awake Or asleep Somehow half-alive In the midway point Of insanity And happiness And the semi-permanent Jet lag Now that I know I’m...
belonging

belonging

Wrapped up In your jacket, Inhaling Memories. It’s intoxicating, Reminding me Of our three weeks Of bliss. Wish you were here. It’s heaven And hell- Devoted, Infatuated, Separated. I drive, Chasing the moon, To feel closer to you, Knowing it’s the same In the sky Over...
anonymous

anonymous

This poem is based on the play I saw in Newcastle, Rebecca, adapted from the novel written by Daphne du Maurier.   I think that in some way I relate very strongly To the new Mrs. de Winter, Who remains nameless. She marries a man She barely knows In a whirlwind...