Delectable Woman: Serves One

Preheat body through fourteen school years coming home sunburnt

after annual sports days on shadeless fields. Pour your time into

cupped hands until overflowing. Keep as many secrets inside….

Guest UserDecember 3, 2020Poetry, FWWR Authors, Women writersComment

A Note to My Younger Self

Dear little girl, I know you are very young

You are so worried about perfect instead of having fun

Your hair is dark and so are your thoughts

Always thinking about what you are not

Guest UserDecember 1, 2020Poetry, FWWR Authors, Women writersComment

Beauty from Pain

I used to imagine myself wrapped up in flames

Aching to feel the heat.

I could see the blood draining from my wrists

Just to feel the release.

Guest UserNovember 26, 2020FWWR, Poetry, WOC, WOC writersComment

where the grass grows

Boxed photographs in an attic

Full of grass

Morals torn to rags

Mirrors hung against

rusted and broken walls

Guest UserNovember 24, 2020Poetry, Fwwr, WOC Writers, WOC, Grief, FamilyComment

She is

She is breaking chains

She is rising up

She is beautiful

She is sanctified

She knows

Guest UserNovember 19, 2020Poetry, FWWR, Body love, Empowerment, Women writersComment

Reclaiming My Life

And someday,

I'll find my peace, and be proud on my own

It is now your final hour

I am taking back

My power

Guest UserNovember 17, 2020Poetry, WOC, FWWR, self-affirmation Comment

Longing

I want to light myself with the darkness of your soul

As I wander through the dreary poisoned veins

That fuse together in chaotic delight

And fill the gap in my chest where there once was a hole

Guest UserNovember 12, 2020Poetry, Passion, Romance, WOC, WOC Writers, FWWRComment

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

Whose Grief

Whose grief do I hold in my hands

it is a dark animal shape

asleep on my chest, a stone

worn smooth

Guest UserNovember 3, 2020Poetry, FWWR authors, women writers Comment

Dear Girl; Dear Woman

Flushed
Freckled cheeks
Framed by curls
-kept wild to
collect dandelion fluff-

Guest UserOctober 29, 2020Poetry, FWWR, women writers, self-love, self-affirmationComment

I am

an artist witch,

with a black bear patronus I am

an ally for alliteration

created to create!

Guest UserOctober 27, 2020self-affirmation, FWWR, women writers, PoetryComment

Making the Beds in a Burning House

Now that the world has ended
you ask me where your coffee is.

I comb shards of glass from my perfect hair
smooth my apron with its bloody handprints

Guest UserOctober 22, 2020heartbreak, Poetry, words of women, FWWR Comment

I am watching the woman I love

I comb shards of glass from my perfect hair
smooth my apron with its bloody handprints

and tell you what I have been waiting to say.

Guest UserOctober 20, 2020FWWR, Poetry, women writers, LOVEComment

Alchemy

Beneath your hands I become poetry

And beneath your lips I grow wings

When we touch I have knowledge

And all sorts of gadgets and things

I am the bionic woman

Guest UserOctober 15, 2020Poetry, fwwr, women writers, loveComment

Through The Air

she dances

through the air

Guest UserOctober 13, 2020FWWR, women writers, PoetryComment

PCOD

Tablets plenty,

I stuff my pursed mouth,

Like small planets in the palm of a giant God.

gurgling down blue, white, and yellowish colored little balls.

Guest UserOctober 8, 2020FWWR, women of color, HEALTHComment

Beauty

Not in the curves of her body, beauty is,

In the bend of her smile,

In the slant of her sign, it lies, unconcealed.

Flawless supple skin, beauty defines not,

But in her stretch marks and burns revealed it is.

Guest UserOctober 6, 2020WOC, women of color, FWWR, women writers, BEAUTYComment

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

Hazard

I’m hurricane and typhoon

tidal wave and slipped fault lines

Guest UserSeptember 29, 2020women writers, women authors, poetryComment