this is for the women who were taught to dim- clench their sins inside their hips and starve their flame to swallow spit. allow me to speak what you forgot: your body is not a bruise to rot. it is the fucking plot. the pulse. the prologue and the twist. the ink-soaked altar
facts. all the way through. just brilliant. then the kicker: 'your pain: the rhyme they could never find.' this takes the prize. this is poetry. this is pain. thank you for laying it down so perfectly.
Hey, I’m Haley.
I’ve seen too much to stay quiet, so I write.
The Unquiet Mind is where I speak the truths we’re taught to swallow.
If that resonates, I’d love for you to join me.
https://substack.com/@haleysscott?r=5xf16g&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile
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i don’t bend for love.
i consume.
i don’t wait to be chosen.
i fucking choose.
A shock of title is bringing me to this
This poem is very well-rounded and thought out. I can’t imagine the circumstance or pain you had to go through to write this. Thank you for sharing.
Now this is poetry
facts. all the way through. just brilliant. then the kicker: 'your pain: the rhyme they could never find.' this takes the prize. this is poetry. this is pain. thank you for laying it down so perfectly.
Does this essay tell me with absolute certainty that you seldom wear a burka?
POWERFUL.
Well done.
You are a favorite poet of mine right now.
We birth gods! Fuck yes!!
Pussy power!!!
Brilliant!
Sooooo Beautiful ❤️
Fuck, that had me sideways and screaming, and im XY
Pussy is holy, and when I kneel before her and kiss her I know that I am in communion with the universe
This had me breathless