Blessed is She Who Mourned

Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

A poem (published on Genius in a Bottle)

They told her she’d be healed
Over and Over
We believed.

Oh, we believed

We prayed

We fasted

We drowned ourselves in the mysteries of faith
we turned the lights off at sunrise
knowing it’s the body that falls
not the word

We gathered her broken pieces
into our childish hands
and wrapped them into our
white night gowns

While they turned up their…..

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Dear Lover

The life you desire doesn’t exist with me

It makes me sad I’m not the one for you

I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you

I’ve stepped away from the crowd

I spend nights on the outskirts of town

Contemplating the darkness within me

I’ve nothing to give but words on words

The only guarantee here is that the end is always near

The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open

Even then I hope the search continues

I’m not the one for you

I wasn’t placed on this planet for you

My place is separate and set apart from the rest

But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding

But sometimes

I’m shedding you

-Saschia

A Whole Woman

She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in her spine and spring between her thighs. You have got to have spirit in order to speak all of her languages or else you’ll drown.

I pray

I pray the heavens above and the pits of hell below come together to teach you how to respect women that won’t include harm to your own children. I pray every woman who finds you learns to respect themselves while they are with you leaving you alone to deal with your own disrespect until they put you in the grave. Or until you learn to respect women entirely

Let it be written let it be done 🤲

Fragments stitched together

Smiles from laughter

From nervousness

And kisses from drunkenness

From the need to escape

Life teeters in our damp palms

With pieces of our lives piled high

I stitch them together with black thread

Strong enough to hang a shadow

Or catch a dream

Fragments, skin colored

A diversity of skins

Could cover my bones

Could cover my words

Smiles kisses palms

A foretelling

A history

A pitch black thread

-Saschia

It’s Time

You are the embodiment

Of the Egyptian godesses

You hold light and life

In the base of your belly

Walk tall

Be proud of where you came from

You didn’t come from cupcakes

You came from pain

And heartache

So

It’s time to rise

It’s time to be exactly who you were meant to be all along

-Saschia

I am Aphrodite, Farewell

The art flows free when I’m with Ares

We tripped over the skulls of our enemies

Sat on the piles of their riches stacked to the sky

And I know, I don’t need Ares, or revenge, or riches to make art

And I know he takes away my focus.

Aphrodite is

a healthier option

The wiser choice

But Aries was the adventure I had missed

The only kind that crawls right under my thick skin

He made me dance

Inside and out

He shut me down and lit me up

He’s not safe

not in the slightest

Our dark minds wielded blood splatter

And chaos

The only way I could justify us was art

We were so art

You should have seen us

-Saschia