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Every month you come to me,Every month I wait,Every month you beat the shit out of me,Every month I ache.
Èṣù, I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia after striking me as I stood, dead center, in a vacillating road On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.
Sitting in class and my stomach hurt never felt this pain , can’t even focus on my work keep looking at the time , hoping it goes by fast cramping and suffering , how long will this last ?
Period. Not the kind present at the end of a sentence, not the kind that boldly sends a message. But the secret kind.
There is a person named Leon, Who has not worked in an eon. He is on a standby While eating stir-fry. His eyes are freakin' neon!
At five, when I fell off my bicycle for the first time and bled, my mum leapt in to pick me up and ,"Honey!”, she said, “You know why Superman has a cape that is red?"
What's between my legs offends you I can see it in your fear the way you shut us out just proves you can't face the truth within. We have the Universe inside us you see it bleeding out
Last night I thought that the Moon had disappeared. A clear sky with no Moon When I knew it should be a quarter full I'm still not sure where it went
At times I am menstruating My uterine muscles Pumping at my dry bloody walls
Oh! There it is,The blood of my Mothers’SinsBlossoming onMy white sheetsLike a bouquet of English roses.A shame -Laundry day hadBeen yesterday. My thighs have been painted
I wrote this to see what it would be like in a girl's position,
There I sit, 30 minutes left, nothing to do, but I feel a certain flush. Oh how it snuck up on me like a theft, let me go, I'm in a rush! Run to the door, but stopped in my track
I love you. I love you I love yo I love y I love I lov I lo I l I I I l I lo I lov I love I love y I love yo I love you I love you.