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 Jan 2018 Tanisha Jackland
Coob
I am my phone.
Every interaction I've ever experienced,
I have rehearsed or have done before with auto-corrected and predetermined results.
I have sent thousands of laughing emojis without making a sound.
I have typed I love you without feeling anything.
I have texted someone "I'm sorry" without a dollop of remorse.
Feeling is beyond my hardware and programming.
All I would need is a logo on my back and I would feel no more less human.
(please come to order)


i'm over here BAFFLED
by the righteous
surprise of women
and poorly portrayed
shock of the gents

over the downfall
of men.

have we all been
inhabiting the same
country | culture | school | work |church| family
?

stop being foolish

and stand before the judge.

you teach your children
nothing of
*** | gender | relationships

and then are surprised by the disfunction
and shame coming to light.

we don't educate our children
with facts
so they don't know how their bodies work
and don't understand
the nuance of relationships.

girls should act like ladies
and boys shouldn't cry.

girls, be quiet and never cause a fuss.

boys, grab the world by the *****, it's yours.

and now you gasp
in surprise at the results?
please.

you hide knowledge and
options from girls
then condemn their poverty
condemn their parenting
and now wonder
where it all went wrong?

teach them to never walk alone, anywhere, EVER.
hold your keys in-between your fingers
tear out eyeballs and other *****
if you must.

maybe none of the men know
we are taught this as children?
that our entire lives revolve around
keeping ourselves safe from men.
and it is ALL our responsibility.
no matter what happens or doesn't happen,
it is somehow always a woman's fault.

fed a false narrative of the stranger
when most of the time,
is the known man
that causes the most damage.
that flies lowest under
the radar.
that has power
and influence
and the ability to hide.

but don't provoke the poor boys.
under no circumstances allow
your body to be seen,
but also don't be too covered up
(because then how will you get a man?)
jesus, guys, get with it.

[don't be sensitive]
what's an *** slap here or there by an utter stranger?
what's the big deal when a dear friend
suddenly lunges at you and grabs your **** during a normal conversation?
what's a little verbal harassment, he's old, it was normal then?
a strange call into the office?
a hand up your skirt?
it's just boys being boys.

it's time to stop this.

it's time to stop feigning ignorance.

you are responsible for this.

full stop.

just like i am.

but my silence ends today.
and i will not contribute to
a society or culture
that devalues women
for the sake of the
male ego.

stop acting surprised by men
behaving without integrity.
by criminals
and predators.
and for ****'S SAKE

stop | electing | them
I was trying to write about the sun,
the potted plants outside our window,
and the sound of vehicles on the street..

Here I am lying, facing our screen door, trying to think of how to make a good poem out of it. .

I closed my eyes, and all my senses are working.

"I can't think of a good poem right now . ."

It is just that today, I am so glad I am alive.
I feel like, I need to do something before I ran out of life, againn..
What an ugly poem this is. . HAHAHA
An out of place title, common words, and boring structure, kinder approach. . Made this in 5 mins while I'm heating water for a good bath, lol.

Just need a little warm up before I write poems again. It was a busy year for me, I almost forgot what I enjoyed doing. .

One of my new year's resolution is to keep what I love to do. I'll do my best to revive my poetry and writing accounts.

I can feel that 2018 will be one of the coolest years!!
I hope so,
stay safe and hidden
in my arms you’ve built a dream
when the cold is too much
i'm another breath for you
the warmth never runs out

fingers trailing on hips
poking surfaces with fingertips
smudged lipstick on pale cheeks
rumaging through strands of hair

i pick at thoughts through eyes
and they are too honest
forgive me for wanting too much
when you were all that i wanted

freedom to feel
within embraces
regain pureness
real and revealed
They say that God lives very high;
  But if you look above the pines
You cannot see our God; and why?

And if you dig down in the mines,
  You never see Him in the gold,
Though from Him all that’s glory shines.

God is so good, He wears a fold
  Of heaven and earth across His face,
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.

But still I feel that His embrace
  Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place;

As if my tender mother laid
  On my shut lids her kisses’ pressure,
Half waking me at night, and said,
  “Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”
What u think u perceive
has more
in common
w/ what
u imagine than what is---
what u see
is not what is,
but a reflection
on the surface
of a fragile bubble
of nothingness---
what exists
exists within what does not;
if the universe
came into
existence
it is still coming;
eggs are simple
states that grow complex---
reality a state
of nonexistence
in which
exists all existence---that
there is
more nonexistence
than existence
is not quite
the paradox it at first seems
in the icy swirl
          of deep-inhale
            I reach down inside
                      to darkest
       heated flesh-fabric
removing the clothing
of my soul,
feeling the layers
                slowly  undone
                      the flay
                        of my own fleece
                          the peeling
                    of my own pelt
            penetrating
                through tissue,
                     a journey to the
                          deep heart of me,
                         cut in one clean move
                         and yet, like a miracle
                  there is
             no pain
                   just magnet-connect
                     beyond the cusp
                            of words
                              that curl from our
                                             tongues
                                      rising up in
                      latticed affirmations
                    a cleansing in frost
a constant, aquamarine renewal
and there is no past
no future
      just this prism
           of crystal liquid jewels
      flowing in
gentle,
         cellular music
             straight into the strands        
                    of our veins
and I miss you
like you have gone
on the long winter hunt
my longing splayed out
like an animal skin on
                    four poles
its tendons stretched
beyond measure
yet holding fast
with a roof over my head,
                    I acknowledge
             my restlessness
I am my own
       hunter-forager,
         both searching and found,
                     gathering up bits  
               of velocity
stroking the ribbons
of passion
stoking the fires of my
              heart and hearth
protecting what is us
like a lioness
for we are overflowing
with both strength
         and tenderness
              our own bones
ingredients of the wild soup              
of our feral union
of our constant rebirth
our very dna
          weaving itself
like heartstrings
               in the rush      
of
       time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MPMEufMuyks
...
..
.
breath on mine
breath on mine
she breath
she breathes
on
me


sweat ****


these measures
taken
from
me

mine on
mine off
daily grinders
i
am
grindersedges

i
am
stone

glaciers are cold

i
am
branded
stars

correcting
stranded
stars
am
i
galactic­
yes
am
i

walk
with
an
watch
clock
on
the
wall

caught up with tock
over the tock
listen
time
drops
lisping
dreaming
all
thhhh way
arrested dawn
time breathes
breath on mine
?





...
..
.
note to self ... never mind ...
For you, I would reach up and pick the stars, as flowers of the night

Gathering near, gathering far
Lost in the wonder of what you are

I would fetch the clouds and stitch them together
A coat for your fears
Amid inclement weather

No torrid rain
No howling wind
Nothing could harm or chill you again

I say now as a man-
All that I am, was, and ever will be
Is yours for the taking

For you, my heart, my spirit, my soul
My love, for the breaking
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