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seal Nov 8
in this age, you have given sexism a voice.
i’ll be forever haunted by “your body, my choice.”
in the past, i’ve been tempted to rise along with #metoo,
yet as of now, i feel there’s nothing i can do.

in reality, i’m powerless against the ignorant mob.
i feel my body was a temple that was erected to rob.
even before it’s begun, i feel stripped and enraged—
my wings clipped, my voice gone from inside this cage.
seal Nov 2023
teeter tottering
balancing in the middle
an act of exchange
seal Mar 2021
alas, she remained
silent in the eyes of all,
then left without words.

in a rush of confusion,
they waited, yet no return.
seal Feb 2020
my ink bleeds from all angles.
it tumbles around and clings to your tangles
and stumbles through pages and pages on end,
tickles my mind before i hit send.
seal Feb 2020
black, bitter coffee,
baggy eyes, tired being,
sorry existence.
seal Feb 2020
a dog and a man
through the window
of my lyft.
a man with his thoughts
in his head so adrift.
a dog with his owner
laying patiently for command.
an owner and his dog,
a leash in his hand.
seal Feb 2020
and thus, the bleeding ceases.
i've since dislodged the knives
entangled in my chest,
embedded in my spine.
i've rid myself of poison
that once fogged up my mind.
the parts of me that held me back
are all that's left behind.
the blades are sharp and like my head
are due for some refining
but even blades,
sharp as they be,
all have a silver lining.
the wounds inflicted by such knives
have struck me at my core.
bring on the rain, this little flower
thirsts to grow some more.
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