Miscarriage

“can you look at it” i asked,
without meaning
to say those words

Megan FebuaryNovember 10, 2021poetry, poem, miscarriage, grief, motherhood, Women writers, for women who roarComment

A Daughter's Lament

On Friday’s I search
For your face in mirrors,
visiting bars soft lit by streams of
sapphire bulbs; by eight-o’clock

Megan FebuaryNovember 8, 2021poetry, poet, Women writers, women poets, for women who roar, writing, healing, womenComment

Interstate 695

"I'll never drive on that road again," she said,
as if it was the road who killed him
with her tempting curves
and shimmery guardrail waistband.

Megan FebuaryOctober 27, 2021poetry, writing, writer, Women writers, poet, literary magazine, for women who roarComment

Pastel Projection

I asked to keep
the lights off—
and in the pitch black
you pulled me in

And then, she grows

Fallen from a flower,

The seed begins to grow.

From a tiny timid seedling

To a beautiful red rose.

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Denying the Obvious

I have never seen a black man cry

Until You

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Knock & Enter

When you enter into a woman

You can’t feel her pain

You can’t see the

heaviness of the earth

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Healing Amidst Distress | Pain with a Purpose

I had to free myself from you

I will always continue to try and scrub you off of me

Wash you out of me

Wipe you off my lips

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Fingerprints

I can't remember

Everything in the exact order

Of occurrence, jumbled

And speckled

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Plush

Her plush lips outlined in remnants

Of the shade 'Rouge Artist Natural'

Traces of youthful delectability

And unencumbered sensibility

Remain

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The Fire Rose Above My Head

Life or death may snatch you in an instant

Without asking permission

What can you do in a forest

With flames above your head

But surrender…

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Numbers | Released

…Stones started escaping along the sidewalk as she went.

She started to feel the weight off her shoulders until she noticed

She ran back to pick them up and put them back into place.

Protect them from the ground…

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I do love myself. | We sat there

I do love myself.

I do.

I didn’t use to.

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Picasso said that every child is born an artist

and my body was her first canvas.

we made these marks together,

not with ink and needle,

but with time, with blood,

and with a heartbeat.

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Roar

you, woman,
are something to behold.
not something to be held down.
do not forget this.

Megan FebuaryDecember 6, 2019poetry, roar, for women who roar, writingComment