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April Detriot Poem
She
She is a new breath in the lungs
She is light that radiates from the morning sun
She is the wind the blows through the leaves, the flow of the up-hill river, and the shine the she shows from within
She is the longitude of the branches, that spread high and wide to receive the sun
And is the shade for the birds and animals to rest and the fortitude of the forest
She is life
She is the hum of the bees with honey
She is the strength of the weak
She is the back to which the house if built on
She is the carrier of life, and life from within, life to her surrounding which spreads from the openness from her heart and is transmitted to far away
She is life
She is quited… quited… quited
She is told that her freedom is stripped and retained
She is no longer light but a dim ember of hope
She is silenced
She is neglected and deprived of any sound
She is disfigured of her humanity and cannot be looked upon
She is the pieces that spill from the side of her that never stop leaving
She is silenced
She tries to run but her legs are lead by the weight she drags behind
She is the receiver of the bullet aimed at her
She has the target on her back so large that perfect aim is inevitable
She tumbled and breaks and shatters until nothing can ever be left of her
She is not silenced…she is dying
But she is so much more than that
She is the loudest voice that is in a room
She is strength against the tumbling walls
She is the outreach of life that spreads, not like a virus, but a cure
She is Melissa Sparks, Ashlynn Forts, Sarah Highman, Patty Graves, Alexandria Newman, her life…her life…her life
So do not tell her that she is silenced
Her mouth is not sealed nor the words stolen from her
She stands tall and proud in front of those who wish to see her destroyed and beaten and battered
But she will never give in
She s life in every word spoken and cuts through generations of silence
She is every word spoken, every speech and advocacy, she is human!
She is not silenced… she is a fighter and is damned right to never apologize for that
Copyright © April Detriot | Year Posted 2023
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April Detriot Poem
I had never lead a good life
Grief and despair always followed me and eloped me in its tightening embrace
Surrounded in a storybook world, i was bound for the optimal role
The role to which my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother and all the greats after her endured
I was bound for the worst role of them all: the villain
Growing up, I followed all the rules I was given
And carried them on my shoulders like burdens
Heavy burdens
Heavy burdens that kept me tied and shackled and staring in the only reality I would ever know
When men saw me, they didn’t see degrees and hard work and value
They saw cheap meat dangling on a stick for them to devour
In high school, my smarts never mattered over the amount of cleavage I could show for an A +
In college, attending parties was just as dangerous as walking to class because the next misstep could result you drugged, injured, even dead
I have no crime rather than trying to live as a women in this world
With grace and integrity I have pushed past everything ainst and they still find ways to hold me back
To them I am defenseless, worthless, vulnerable
I have no crime but the jury still finds me guilty and I am a prisoner of my cruel horrible fate
And as I look in the book of the living
I have found all those women who have received condemnation
Cyntoia Brown, Sara Kruzan, Chrystal Kizer, Pieper Lewis, and my mother, and her mother, and all the women who came before them
But im tired for paying for the broken dishes of those who suffer from hero complex
They could only see how much sex I was good enough for or how tight my skirt could be
I am tired of living like a humanless villain as they take away my freedom
I am reclaiming back my freedom and rewritiing this story
Im taking the pen in my hand and erasing this narrative and write the words of strength and determination of who I am
Of who we are
And we are not backing down
You will hear us chanting on the streets and filling every room
Until you hear us
Because we were never villains of this tale
But if you so desperately want us too
Then beware because we will wreck your world until we fit in it
And create out storybook ending
Copyright © April Detriot | Year Posted 2023
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April Detriot Poem
Yo she’s so freaking hot
Imma shoot my shot
‘My name starts with a B and your name starts with a B, quiche 2 O’s in between and they become boobs… just like you have’
Dude you are going at it the wrong way
‘Me, you, my house with my pet rat and some expired cheese and crackers… i have protection”
Dude, if she doesn’t get with you then she’s just a lousy prude because who wouldn’t want to get with you after the first date
Alright so about me, I have great taste in women, awesome in bed, and the best kisser
I brought you flowers and chocolate because I know that’s what women like and most of the time the ladies come packin home with me… you interested
Yo, I did nothing wrong
She got drunk at the resturaunt and I took her home
And then we did it, I mean, she wasn’t complaining so that’s a first
What she was wearing was so obvious she wanted to be with me
If not, why else did she come home?
You get the girls at the start of the game and make sure they are the ones to give in
Thats how you get all the ladies
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April Detriot Poem
Abuelito
The name that rang like bells throughout my home
Like the song of cumbia and regeton that your body will dance to
As you would call out “mija, ven aqui”
And you would take my hands and elope me in a never ending dance
Abuelito taught me of my beginnings, that my familia was large and vast like the ocean
And that I could hear the sounds of my ancestors in the wind
Which was nearly impossible because he was hard of hearing at the slightest mention of taking his medication
But he believed that one day, I could hear him in the wind too
Abuelito would be the one to tell me stories of his says in the Marina
And whenever I told a bad joke, he would laugh as out series of letter K’s
Kkkkkkkk
Abuelito stands for strength, courage, and faith for when I did not have any
For when the news of your cancer came in, the tears rolling down my face where needles against your heart
Abuelito, you told me “Cancer does not mean death, it means a different way of living”
Abuelito, you could not dance our own dance anymore or laugh full of life anymore
I never wished for you to life different, I wanted you to live like my abuelito
It is not fair that cancer took your lungs, then your heart, and reached to the end of your limbs
It is not fair that your last breathe had to be taken from a ventilator
It is not fair that the wind did not pass through on the day of your funeral
It is not fair that I now get to live without you
I visit you everyday and it seems we have not grown apart
For you, cancer did not mean death, it meant showing death that you could still live
And I swear, when I stand still and quiet, I can hear you calling me in the wind
Copyright © April Detriot | Year Posted 2023
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