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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

addiction poetry sociology

moment of clarity, by god

perhaps i should preface this

by saying this is not a sobriety poem


i didn’t decide to stop drinking

because i hit rock bottom

i decided to quit drinking

because i am headed for the top


i’ve never woken up beneath an

underpass raped with no memory

or panties


never had a dui from a Christmas party

gone wild


my liver isn’t about to change its name

to Larry Hagman


i decided to quit drinking

to break the family curse

to honor my father and friends


i am attending AA meetings

to model good behavior

for my children



Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

foreign tongues

his hands clasped
my face
as he moaned
and prayed
into my mouth
in two languages
his utterances
dismissing decades,

“I’ve never kissed lips like these…”