Power Girl Poems

She was the rain 
He was the thunder 
And together they were an unstoppable storm
Both activists in their own form
Both doing what they were made...

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She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen...

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That day she decided to speak
For too long they had called her meek
She woke up early 
Decided she'd wear something that would compliment her curvy...

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Giggling and playing hopscotch 
Indigo dreams of being a star
Running wild before training bra
Laughter and smiles come from heart

Pigtails and bikes dolls and skates 
Onyx...

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In the neon glow of the midnight skies,

She dances through dreams, where her spirit flies,

In her deepest fantasies, she finds her spark,

Unlocking the secrets that...

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Ah, you are so young still,
too tender to see how the storms are shaping you.
These trials—though heavy now—
are quietly teaching you how to rise.

Do you...

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BLACK SKIN GIRL::
(VERSE 1)
for di morning lait, she dey rise kakaraka(strong) 
melanin shining, wia im belongs(belongs) 
wit di world on top am shoulders, but she...

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Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch

In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and...

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Blue rivulets of vein on the inside of her wrist,
That shallow valley between her hip 
And the bottom of her belly,
The inside of her knee...

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In the heart of night, a starry spark,
Shining bright, leaving a mark.
Black girl magic, fierce and bold,
A story of strength, yet untold.

With skin like onyx,...

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Our hot girl summer rolls on - like lava downhill or male models doing - anything.
We’re in Athens, Georgia, yes, it’s hotter elsewhere - but...

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Teardrops
My Teardrops
By: Ashley Marie 


My teardrops fall like the rain, coming down out of the sky. My tear drops fall for so many reasons, that...

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All the dust upon our rolled up sleeves

makes us kids seem dirty and in desperate need.

I don’t know about you but I’m pretty damn clean.

This...

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Herstory from Battlefields to Laboratories
-	Daniel Henry Rodgers

Beneath stardust's scattered gleam, 
Her-story, a comet’s tail, blazing across time.

Through seasons it molds
...Once hushed now bold
We rise like...

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To pick up a line and take it for a stroll.
The essential is within, the mystics say,
but equally important is the outside:
a stunning summer sky,...

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