SPEAKING MY TRUTH THROUGH THE WRITTEN WORD
I am wild, I scream Baring my teeth To the unsuspecting trespassers Turning against the well-meant kindness The innocent mothering Making my stomach roil with repulsion I cannot be controlled Forced, or willed to be A fucking thing I am not As soon as you all stop trying The sooner you learn The better off... Continue Reading →
In the crevasses Womb space Fingers, fists of ancestors Clutching Demanding attention A space at my table Remember Remember us Remember yourself The you that existed Before they numbed Your instincts Your moon cycles Your wild wisdom In the name Of sensibility Their palms outstretched Grasping, pleading Convulsing in my belly Reclaim the power Passed... Continue Reading →
Am I a sociopath? Or just traumatized? Do I really care either way? I like what I like I want what I want I know what I know Would knowing the origin Of what, who, why I am Change anything Or would it only make me feel Wrong For being what, who, why I am?... Continue Reading →
Sell, they tell us Sell sell sell Brand and market and filet your soul open For the world to see I don't want to sell Or buy I just want to be. Everything worthwhile in life Is actually free. Shhh, I think I hear The capitalists coming for me.
Fresh blood Pumping Unbridled Unleashed What is the fear? Pain? Pain is merely a perception A perspective A place that feels like home. Time to choose New ways to transform What's familiar Into what's transcendent. We choose the suffering we know Over the possibility of bliss Because the suffering is certain. Fucked up, but undeniable.... Continue Reading →
AMY HORTON 