Ashes

Emotions

can burn.

let them

and quietly

estinguish

flames

that disrupt

the spirit

Dawn’s serenity

Waking up

in love’s embrace

smiling at his

sleeping silhouette

joy circulating

through my body

Amour-propre

She was

Magic

It pulsated

Through her veins

Shooting out

Her fingers

Like energy

Confetti

Washington Square Park

Protesting is American
after feeling betrayed
and afraid
Comforted by messages
from the picket lines.

The people united
will never
be defeated
Muslim lives matter
Black lives matter
Trans lives matter
Crowds of marginalized
and majority
because white silence
equals
violence.

No to
sexism
homophobia
Islamophobia
Racism
Xenophobia
Arms in arms
Building this country
this is what
democracy looks like

Challenge

Avoid complaining 

Try smiling at a stranger 

Express gratitude 

Dear Stanford Rape Victim

You are not a victim
but a survivor.

Victims are paralyzed
survivors find strength
in the pain

You did not ask for this
but now you’re shining,
a lighthouse
to those who did not get
their day in court.

Using your voice
to testify against
injustice of class and privilege
not going quietly into the night
rape perpetrators need to live in fear
not us.

I read your story
with wet eyes,
as survivors
we are bonded
empathizing through the process

rape is rape

Rape can happen
behind dumpsters
with a stranger,
at college party
with a friend,
in your home
with a spouse,
at home with
a family member

regardless of circumstances

rape is rape.

20 minutes of action caused
irrevocable damage to you
the public to dissect
the worst experience of your life

But I can tell you that
slowly

you will feel your worth again
the nightmares will stop
you will feel safe
you will find intimacy
you will feel confident
most importantly,
your voice and power
have already been found.

You are not a victim,
you are surviving
and soon you will be
thriving.

Courage found in your vulnerability

soak up your own words,
you are beautiful
you are valued
you are respected
you are powerful

and I am with you.

One 

We are mirrors

Separation isn’t real 

Connected by light