Poems from The UndefinedFeminist

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My life is a pen. My soul is paper. My heart are the words. My mind are my thoughts.
The universe bleeds racism of humanity and sexuality. But for some reason it does not bother me. It is what it is. The brown chocolate I...
Haha!...You may have killed my son, but forever his soul will live............Trayvon. You think you've defeated my family? And that you...
The "L" in life I abbreviate as living. You may character living as oxygen and movement. I character living as a timeline for improvement...
The colour black has alot of baggage. But yet, it continues to be a word of savage. Fear, dread, pain, defeat. Blood abandoning our veins...
Restore. To heal, bring back, to fix a glitch. To restore my mind from my thoughts. To restore my heart from my pain. To restore my...

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