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 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Marquis Hardy
They believed
They borrowed
They built...

They lived


They doubted
They dodged
They destroyed...

They lived


They thought
They tried
They tore

They lived

She left...
He waited


She lived...
He waited
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Shiennina Marae
How will you watch the love of your life love someone else?

Don't.
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Eleanor Rigby
What kills me the most
Is that your forever
Never quite matched mine.


F.Z.**N
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Sia Jane
Full Moon
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Sia Jane
Full Moon

Barefoot; each step sinking in mud
splashes of rain marry with
crimson drops in a puddle
of stormed waves
from an opened heaven

She kneels to the ground
simultaneously glancing
left, right, behind
cheeks blushed, her soul falling
as teardrops - her lowest ebb.

Ripping her cotton dress
she replaces blood soaked rags -
it’s been six days.

This war within herself
at only twelve years of age

Every nineteen days
her body a vessel; a period
of girlhood abruptly ends,
womanhood demurred.

Each & every month
persecuted;
Jesus nailed to a cross.

Amidst war-torn streets
fleeing torched homes
civil war displacing
orphaned sisters –
*****.
As militants continue to
prevail over children’s
innocence

Washing her sin away
red body fluids disperse
in mud, rain, water, soil -
her reflection lost
alongside any remaining dignity

On those same knees
Badriyyah pleads with God
to no longer bring forth
the fertility of conception
each cursed month.

Congolese civil wars
scraped away landscapes
Mother Nature
scraped away internal walls

& month after month
after month after month
this period endures
& a child of the night
stays hidden from sight.

© Sia Jane
The girls name “Bariyyah” in Arabic means ‘resembling the full moon.’
The word ‘*******’ has etymological routes relating to the ‘moon.’
So you have the completion of the synodic month relating to the motion of the moon each month.
"The Worst Period of Her Life" - Bring back dignity to these women. To donate £3 to ActionAid, text KIT to 70111. Having already fled war-torn conflict in Syria and the Congo, these girls and women suffer further humiliation every month as they cannot afford basic sanitary wear.
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Angel
Alone
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Angel
Alone I lie awake,
sitting in an empty room.
Another long night.
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Liz And Lilacs
You know more about me
than any stranger should.
You know more about me
than any friend could.
It's not always easy
to post the things I write
Because they are more of myself,
that I don't like to share.
My poems are me and me alone.
I hope you like them,
but more, I hope you like me,
even if I'm a mess.
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Devon Webb
Maps
 Mar 2015 Tupelo
Devon Webb
He traced maps
on my back
with the tips
of his fingers
as if I was
the whole world
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