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Recent Poems
Reclaim The Night
"I can't sleep for forty years
Because my dad used to come at nights
I wouldn't raise my voice to not to wake up those at home.
I presumed that my secret was darkened by night.
Until yesterday...
Unaware that people at home knew what I'd been going through.
Unaware that everyone in the world knew what I'd been going through.
I'm shouting now.
And again, no one hears me
The night darkens my secret
I want to sleep before I die."
meliha yıldız | Turkey
I wrote this poem for British activist Viv Gordon to read at the Reclaim The Night protest on the night of our “Restless” march.
A Crack Appeared
A Crack Appears
I am all armoured up
Keeping in check, taking my stance
defenses in place, doing my dance
I am all armoured up
Facing forward, controlling the chills
sensitivities heightened, sharpening my skills
I am all armoured up
As the cries get louder, the bars grow taller
deafening shrills, sharpening my skills
I am all armoured up
Breaking free, merely a dream
on high alert, my insides scream
Covering my tracks, polishing my rackets
the boxes stay shut, covering my casket
I am all armoured up
Never giving up,
today is the day the crack appears
MG | Canada
the words just flowed as I felt familiar old feelings emerging
and after the crack appeared, the pain and sorrow from my youth came
flooding out . ON the path to healing this
Me Not Me
I was my father’s mistress growing up.
It brought my mother great relief.
Taking the pressure off of her.
It made my sister jealous.
I was daddy’s favourite.
Entirely justified in his mind.
An outlet for the outlet.
When my mother’s needs boiled over.
His relief deemed necessary.
I became a mistress to all.
Temporary relief. Eternal grief.
Pressure to both disappear and perform.
Every man’s favourite.
For my worth was written very young.
My purpose well defined.
Serve. Please. Relieve.
An invisible slave.
Today I am no one’s mistress.
It brings me great relief.
I see through. I see you.
Forever familiar. No longer preferred.
The pressure on me is not mine and all mine.
All mine to let go.
I am my own favourite.
The past does echo. No longer fate.
I’m more than the burdens of hate.
Chains unraveled. Shatterings whole.
With every breath, I claim my name.
Heidi P | Canada