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How Isabella Conquers Her World

you have descended

from indigenous medicine women

and girl scout goddesses

you came into this life

with power that takes growing


head held high

with strong female role models

confidence you will cultivate

by surviving pain

rising to challenges

you’re finding out

you’re stronger than you know


creating your own peace

owning your joy

making happiness your choice

remembering you have endured

their belittling words


they need to feel better than you

because they have nothing to be proud

how sad is that

pity them

waste no time on bitterness

take comfort

people like this are their own reward

you will rise above their words

you will outlive their petty hearts

the world fears all shades of women and girls

who believe in themselves

do not ever give a bad person

the power

to make you feel like

you are less

to make you ashamed of the way you are woven into the fabric of our universe

or that it is anything but

perfectly divine

to be you

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shame comes staggering


through the bedroom door

when i consider the horrors

i once chose

to call love

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fuck love
i’m handy with tools
i have plants that need repotting
and nothing is worth
that amount of shaving

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extreme measures

i wish to wrap you in a clean warm blanket
pulling your life into my arms
as my kisses
chase the anguish far from your brow
cleansing your blistered face with a cool cloth soaked in forgiving waters
wipe the hour glass sand from your hair
telling you it’s going to be okay
then shake the hell out of you
while screaming,
“Wake the fuck up and stop doing this shit!”
before you die
lost in this pattern
a man painting his life into a mirage