Girls Poems

Letter to the girls in the same building

i was seven the day they knocked —
“can we play with the spanish girls?”
yaphia and tarita,
smiling like the sun outside our door.
mama laughed,
said “spanish girls?”
because yaphia’s father was puerto rican too.
and that was the start -
the start of everything.
we held each other like secrets -
first periods, first kisses, first heartbreaks,
all the firsts we whispered into

Eating Disorders, Young Boys and Girls

The glass has teeth—
it bites at dawn,
gnawing away what flesh I thought was mine.

A rib is a rung to heaven,
but the ladder never ends.
Numbers bloom red on the bathroom scale,
they hum like insects in the skull.

I am a mannequin—
wire shoulders, hollow eyes,
a smile stitched with needles.

Children bruise themselves
against invisible rulers.
They carve equations into skin:
less, less,

High School Girls

Love didn’t follow you from junior high,
It lingered in corners like and made you sigh,
Your eyes sought faces, but none remained,
Only silence where your laughter reigned.

The halls are long, the lockers gray,
You walk alone through the first day,
Your broken mirrors—your beating heart,
Like ocean waves that drift apart.

Outside the windows, the branches lean,
Bushes and trees filled

Little Girls

climbing up the oak
on a breezy April morn
age just a number



* photo - still climbing trees at 67 like she did when she was ten


** haven't been feeling very inspired lately but wanted to post something 
     this one is more about the pic than the poem
    

for the girls

i didn’t think it was bad,
till i’m sat in bed
flipping through my pictures,
wishing i was thinner.
i catch myself clicking edit
then scrolling the options,
moving the dial further and further back
until there’s almost nothing left.
i would always hate on girls,
the ones that hated themselves
until i realised i turned into what
i swore i’d never be,
pointing out flaws no

Us Girls Live in a Fantasy

Waist not an outfit, Barbie with her slip-on shoes,
fairy-belts; plush hair, sometimes in ponytails.

Forget-me-not her impossible figure. Why do some
suppose that Barbie should be fat or ostracised?

So what we dream in fairytales! So what, feminity
is only skin deep and doesn’t include secret places.

Us girls always knew what was there. It’s all pretend.
We live in a

A black girls stance on self love

A black girls stance on self love 
Is one not often understood 
One that take years of healing 
One that understands the process of feeling 
Because in a world that shoves hate down our throat
You can't be surprised when we swallow the bare minimum 

The relationship between a black girl and herself 
Is one not

Does he like black girls?

Does he like black girls 
Or does he like the idea of the swirl
Does he like black girls
Or does he only like type two and three curls

Does he like black girls
Or does he want bragging rights
Does he like black girls 
Or does he just want a turn 

Does he like black girls
Or does he want

Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds Are a Girls Best friend's

Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend

Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough

When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes

Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right
On rainy nights of such gloom

Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days

girls lessons

They taught me how to bite my tongue,
Before my voice had even sung.
To shrink myself, to take up less
To fold my fire into a dress.

“Be quiet now, don’t make a scene.”
“Good girls stay soft, polite, and clean.”
So I became a silent shape,
A shadow bound in silk and tape.

I learned to flinch before I spoke,
To laugh

Stage 4 silence

Diagnosis:stage 4 silence 

Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist)

Cure:unknown

Lifespan:1-5 years, if that

Symptoms:
? a silenced voice
? being black
? loss of control over body autonomy 
? racism
? microaggressions 
? discrimination 
? stolen childhood 
? stolen innocence 

The cancerous silence had spread through her body
She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses
They called her dramatic
With

SOME GIRLS

RUBY TUESDAY and SUSIE Q are like WILD HORSES 
But I've got those two HONKY TONK WOMEN UNDER MY THUMB 
ANGIE, the girl with FAR AWAY EYES has a HEART OF STONE 
But PAINT IT BLACK, MOTHER'S LITTLE HELPER isn't no angel 
SHE'S SO COLD that when I play with her, I PLAY WITH FIRE

Issa Translations II

These are English translations of Issa haiku about the seasons: spring, summer, autumn, winter.

Autumn wind ...
She always wanted to pluck
the reddest roses
?Kobayashi Issa translation by Michael R. Burch

Issa wrote the haiku above after the death of his daughter Sato with the note: “Sato, girl, 35th day, at the grave.”

In this world where I was born
every

Schools are Changing

Gates once locked with poverty's rust
now swing on golden hinges
Every child a key-holder:
the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness,
the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mathematics,
wheels spinning stories across threshold stones.
Breakfast arrives with sunrise and hope,
satellites whisper knowledge to mountaintops,
libraries gallop on horseback to forgotten villages.
Schools are changing.

Democracy breathes in corridors
where

rainbow girls birthday party

Rainbow birthday girl dressed in her striped socks and shoes of pink
She put down her pencils, tossed out her paints and ink.
Concentrated on her party, her presents, her guests and such.
Many gave her rainbow gifts which she loved very much!

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