It’s not just your story,
It’s also every story around you,
love stories or breakups
friendships and heartaches
Adventures and late night phone calls
You could write about anything.
Not your feelings but maybe
Your best friend’s

But we choose writer’s block
Because in our mind,
The idea sounded much better
than the way it looks on paper

And we could write for days,
pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages...
and it would feel like the words are insignificant,
like we worked so hard
to say nothing at all,

But the story is there,
Maybe it needs a twist,
A little color,
A coffee break,
A night out on the town.

Maybe it needs a good night of sleep
Maybe it’s about time to stop stressing
Maybe it needs to be written,
left behind,
Maybe it needs to be forgotten about,
Found,
Out of the blue
To be reread, refined,
rethought with a new perspective


We never run out of ideas,
We just question our ability
To make somebody feel something.

It doesn’t have to rhyme to say something
or make you feel something

If we have the words for it,
then why not just say it?

I blurt out something about God,
Maybe believing maybe not
And something about my obsessiveness
how compuslive I can get
and something about passion or lack of

He glances at me and says
You’re a very bad liar aren’t you?

It’s what we talk about
whisper about.
It’s what we sing about
and cuss about
It’s what we laugh about,
cry about,
lie about.
It’s what makes us feel the most joy
the most pain.

Yet the word itself scares us to the bone
Because saying something out loud,
Makes it a little more real

I think I wrote this 30 times not knowing how to explain or shape the sentences but here goes nothing

Pop, one pill in the morning.
This one will make you happy

Pop, one pill at lunch.
This one will make you numb.

Pop, one pill at night.
This one will make you sleep.

Pop, another, whenever.
This one, will calm your heart,
Make you get out of bed in the morning,
Make your work harder,
Make you concentrate,
Make you
Make you
Make you

Alice feels jealous, her pills make her larger or small
But not happy.
But Alice doesn't know,
After every pill,
Headache,
Nausea,
Dizziness,
Fatigue,

Alice feels, but I don't

Three hundred sixty-five days and some other dozen
After pills
Slowly but surely
I started feeling again
Sadness had a taste
And so did food
Laughter had a meaning
and so did tears.

And If you ask me what I remember of that time,
I'll tell you, not much.
It is no way to live, when you live numb
When you should feel things, but you don't.

When the struggle is no longer sadness, but the lack of it
When it is not finding happiness, but not feeling it..

Another three hundred sixty five days and some dozen
I feel things on my own
Get out of bed on my own

After pills,
I pray nothing gets in my way of feeling things on my own.

Mama taught me to be kind
Mama taught me to respect
Mama taught me to love
Mama taught me to fight

That's the kind of woman I want to be*

Woman,
Be strong.
This world is a tough place to be in
Not everybody can handle
the way your eyes burn bright
with hopes and dreams

Be resilient
you’ll have to fight
to get what you deserve

When everybody tells you
to stop doing things like a girl
Don’t feel shame
You’re a girl
Who does things like a girl
the way you’re supposed to

Woman,
Don’t be oil in the machinery
Be the tiny blockage
That stops the way this world works
That makes them think of what is wrong
That changes their behavior towards us

That screams for all girl’s education
Because knowledge is power
And we all deserve equal power

Against **** culture
Because our body is ours and only ours
And nobody has the right to touch us without our permission

Against glass walls and glass ceilings
Racism and discrimination

My heart is with all my women out in the world
My mama, and the other half of the global population
Soldiers and fighters
Women who will not be silenced by anything
by the shameful stares directed towards them

To be a woman is not easy
In more ways than one
But we stand tall

We stand with each other, for each other
That’s the kind of women we should aim to be