Poems from Rachel Genevieve
Hello! I'm a writer from Texas. I'm more used to writing prose, but I write poetry from time to time. I like literature, folklore, theology, and tea. I'm a Christian, so some of my poetry may reflect this.
A woman has rights,
But I’m told it’s her choice if she dies on the table,
Surgical steel stabbed through the womb,
Bleeding out, bleeding...
1. When I was a child, I thought my hair a leash, an agony, a nest for rats, so I took up my scissors to hack and slice and cut until it...
So let the messenger come down,
To wrestle with the elder son,
Who fasts so that his kin may feast,
On crops that rise from fertile ground...
Bridge under my feet,
Steady as I go,
Bathed in colors bright,
Marveling as I go.
Oh...
Borealis of,
Houston’s underground,
Others laugh...
There’s a path to the house from the meadow,
Leading home from the dark forest’s gloom,
Well-worn by the feet of your Father,
As He fought...