When puberty came, I kept Body slim and hungry When the male gaze found me, I covered Body with baggy clothes Scars form valleys and roads across Body, such as I raged against it Fingers down my throat, punishing. Young adulthood brought new understandings, Body grew and I allowed it to expand, to get full [...]
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Know- A Poem
(This poem is reflects my fears about sharing about my history of sex abuse and trafficking.) If you knew me Would you point your finger at me Turn your back against me Tighten your lips Into an angry line If you heard my story Would your thoughts turn Like sudden storm clouds If you [...]
Hope of Spring

Trees carelessly spill apple blossoms, carpeting the ground I walk on with white and pink petals like drops of paint, tossed across the landscape of spring The air carries with it the flowering scents of a fertile earth pollen itches my throat, but I breathe it in deeply fill my lungs with it’s new life [...]
Love You Enough to Live for You
When I was 15, I was in a “residential treatment center”. Basically, I lived with other teen girls in a big house and we went to school and therapy together. It was actually a very nice one (thanks mom). But the point of this story is this- one day during group therapy we were talking [...]
Speaking Up; A Poem About Healing From Sex Trafficking
I have to speak. Every day I see more clearly. Once, I was a child who thought she knew the truth of her transgressions. Then, I was a young woman who covered her past with shame. Now, I am a woman who sees. I accepted the narrative my abusers gave me. I saw myself through [...]
Almost Winter – Poem
The brown bark of the trees look nearly black from the heavy rain soaking their branches The top of the trees reach skyward like long, bony hands against the almost-winter slate sky The sun has risen just now but the gray covers it's brilliance My baby presses close to me for morning milk And I [...]
Warm September
Poem “Fire”
“J”, a Poem
I was thinking about a man I once knew, but this story is about the girl who brought us together; and who we both loved.
How Do You Know, a Poem.
How do you know when something has died? A root from the earth, and stars in her eyes.