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  1d evangeline
mae
i’m a woman born where the hills roll like old records,
where the dirt’s thick with stories and the air tastes like whiskey and wildflowers.

the mountains bleed black tar, poison dripping into creek beds,
and the government’s promises stink like rotting meat in a locked fridge.
but the women, ******* — they keep moving.
sideways, under, through the cracks in the system.

they’re not saints or martyrs — just survivors with sharp teeth,
ready to bite through the *******,
ready to carve out their own **** place
in the raw, relentless hills they call home.
evangeline Jun 18
Moon on barren skin,
Dusk in her finest corset—
Give the stars a show!
evangeline Jun 18
It comes to me now
Steady as the summertime
Gentle as the sea
summer sea haiku gentle oceanic
evangeline Jun 18
As the seasons bleed
And the years go sailing by
To you, I return
"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻.


𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.
𝗦𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.


𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦.
𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.


𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘵.
& 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻."


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mica light • poetry
  Jun 14 evangeline
Cynthia
Not everything sacred needs to be born of suffering.

Not every acknowledgement needs to come from rock bottom.

My love,
you are allowed to feel peace.
You are allowed to live a joyful life.
You are allowed to experience softness and call it sacred.

So stop using your pain as proof of your depth.
It’s time to retire that narrative,
that your pain is the most interesting thing about you—it’s not!
There are hundreds of beautiful reasons for your existence,
but suffering isn’t one of them.

You can explain every scar.
But when it comes to healing?
You stall.
Because healing isn’t poetic.
It’s messy, boring, frustrating.

Peace makes you suspicious.
If things go too well for too long,
your brain starts poking at old wounds or inventing new ones.
You miss the chaos even though you claim to want peace.

But here’s what you need to know;
you’re still becoming.
You’re still growing.
You can still be profound without bleeding for it.

So allow yourself to heal,
and let joy into your life,
because the best version of you isn’t your pain,
it’s your rebirth.

Don't punish your body for carrying the weight of your soul.
You are meant to be alive.
Very important message.
evangeline Jun 14
Sappho of the South
Sweetest lips upon my mouth
From Tomboy Casanova
To Soft Butch Jehovah
Stone Top, Touch-Me-Not
To chapstick and Birkenstocks
She’s my Strapping Queen
The only flicker of my bean
Oh, Lavender Menace
I’m on my knees in minutes  
Stud-finder
****-diver
Love-guider
Me-inside-her
Lover’s lips upon my mouth  
Lovely Sappho of the South
CHEEKY!!!!!!!
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