The Powers That Heal

Triggers as catalysts for reclaiming stolen worth.

Beady-eyed, he smirks, his lips curling back from his bleachy-keen teeth; he is adorned in his vulgarity and crimes like the victor’s laurel wreath. Like a rat on the run with food, the state representative scurries away with pieces of women’s sanctuary. His words reflect utter indifference to decency, “it’s not my fault she was blackout-drunk and didn’t say no.” Criminal and bully, he’s a carbon copy of the boys-will-be-boys club of mediocre men who use their privilege to violate others.

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Matriarch in the Mirror

In the mirror are all the women I am walking home.

I see my heroine's journey and the journeys of my ancestors. On this noble matriarch's migration, I am the captain entrusted to chart the course of totality. Our collective wholeness brings revelations, reclamations, and renewal. In the mirror, I see home. 

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Anything Worth Holding

I wasn't ready to receive the three zip-sealed bags you gave to me.

Your eyes reflecting intention and heartfelt affinity that your long-saved collection was essential for me to see. They held photos and artifacts of our story—not all, but mostly the best not the wounds, simply the rest.


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