"womxn" poems - Hello Poetry

you judged me out of my own beauty the same way you judged yourself out of that dress

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Jan 25, 2019

Jan 25, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC

GSP

Womxn to Womxn (why?)

you judged me out of my own beauty the same way you judged yourself out of that dress

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There is power in knowing that I can disappear as quickly as I came That I don’t need you need you There is power in holding interest cause I can lose it as fast as I found you Being a magical woman means I can vanish before your eyes at the first sight of wavering My body miraculous there is power in my smile

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC

elle-nell

Year of the womxn

There is power in knowing that I can disappear as quickly as I came That I don’t need you need you There is power in holding interest cause I can lose it as fast as I found you Being a magical woman means I can vanish before your eyes at the first sight of wavering My body miraculous there is power in my smile

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1. It felt like crossing all things cross, right? 2. It has been many years since we have walked through that tunnel and into this land where the hands of spirits became the wings of ancestors over us and the quiet inner gust became an orator of truth Truthteller could you tell me again my name They have given me so many on the northern journey, disguised me to be one of the multiple flickering pixels on a television screen eyes darker than their own but who has darker eyes 3. She is the barefoot daughter of the Pachamama womxn of many tongues womxn whose tongue was not cut off so you hear her sing when the sun comes up and sway with the blades of grass onward in the direction of the voices and the wind and all the things that cry and laugh out loud 4. They made you cross, too and at the same time But they made you forget about the birds, the wind, your name- our name and the alphabet 5. silence is the alphabet used to speak truth 6. They made you forget your name. Ask them your name as you look up at the sky cloudy or clear as children lay silently next to demarcation lines housed in steel bars gloomy and lost ask and listen to be humbled by your name 7. The spirits call again can you hear them now? back through the tunnel of innocence, they whisper your name.

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Oct 11, 2019

Oct 11, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC

GSP

Your Name Is the Same as Mine

1. It felt like crossing all things cross, right? 2. It has been many years since we have walked through that tunnel and into this land where the hands of spirits became the wings of ancestors over us and the quiet inner gust became an orator of truth Truthteller could you tell me again my name They have given me so many on the northern journey, disguised me to be one of the multiple flickering pixels on a television screen eyes darker than their own but who has darker eyes 3. She is the barefoot daughter of the Pachamama womxn of many tongues womxn whose tongue was not cut off so you hear her sing when the sun comes up and sway with the blades of grass onward in the direction of the voices and the wind and all the things that cry and laugh out loud 4. They made you cross, too and at the same time But they made you forget about the birds, the wind, your name- our name and the alphabet 5. silence is the alphabet used to speak truth 6. They made you forget your name. Ask them your name as you look up at the sky cloudy or clear as children lay silently next to demarcation lines housed in steel bars gloomy and lost ask and listen to be humbled by your name 7. The spirits call again can you hear them now? back through the tunnel of innocence, they whisper your name.

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Brown is the color you get when you mix all the others together So they never know where I am from I am the resident brown person. The closest skin that tans that’s who they think I must be Your children play with modeling clay, play doh, and with different colored squishy slime. When you put them to bed, take as many colors as you can from their play box and knead them together and you’ll understand why my skin is brown. And maybe you won’t have to ask where I am from two, three or four times only to still refuse what is obvious So obvious they forgot to put it in history books When you enslave, colonize, migrate You mix The coalescence and coagulation of blood into human skin This should be of no surprise you mix Brown children on the back of white mothers, brown children on the backs of black fathers Brown children tied to the curve of brown womyn’s backs So do you understand why America is a brown womxn, too?

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC

GSP

America Is A Brown Womxn, too.

Brown is the color you get when you mix all the others together So they never know where I am from I am the resident brown person. The closest skin that tans that’s who they think I must be Your children play with modeling clay, play doh, and with different colored squishy slime. When you put them to bed, take as many colors as you can from their play box and knead them together and you’ll understand why my skin is brown. And maybe you won’t have to ask where I am from two, three or four times only to still refuse what is obvious So obvious they forgot to put it in history books When you enslave, colonize, migrate You mix The coalescence and coagulation of blood into human skin This should be of no surprise you mix Brown children on the back of white mothers, brown children on the backs of black fathers Brown children tied to the curve of brown womyn’s backs So do you understand why America is a brown womxn, too?

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