The Body Remembers

The body remembers.

The body reminds.

It remembers the fire inside.

Guest UserNovember 10, 2020fwwr authors, Poetry, trauma, bodyComment

I Speak the Language of Sorrow and Pain / Hablo el Lenguaje del Dolor y Sufrimiento

Sorrow so deep

As a river-split canyon

Being gagged so I can’t

Speak my pain into space

The rocks pound deeper

Guest UserNovember 5, 2020Poetry, WOC, women of color, women writers, fwwr authorsComment

On Letting Go

…I’m caught in the quicksand of my mind, I say

This is how it is when you face it, she replies

The threat, instead of subtly calling the shots

from a long-forgotten corner, now greets me…

Guest UserOctober 1, 2020women writers, fwwr authors, FWWR, survival, mental healthComment

Blended Survival

Dark skin blend of holiness,

blessed by the days to come,

breathing in and out.

Guest UserSeptember 22, 2020women writers, fwwr authors, PoetryComment

Exhale | Siren Songs

As our voices unfold stronger

wilder with every lost cause

Guest UserSeptember 10, 2020poetry, women writers, fwwr authors, fwwrComment

Knock & Enter

When you enter into a woman

You can’t feel her pain

You can’t see the

heaviness of the earth

Guest UserSeptember 8, 2020feminist, fwwr authors, women writers, for women who roar, PoetryComment

You were, I am

Little one. I feel you in my bones. I hear the thunder behind your silence. You are not forgotten. Your presence is like a fire that shoves me forward. I remember you often.

Guest UserAugust 4, 2020women of color, fwwr authors, self-affirmation, self-loveComment