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.

A Woman

Take away the dishes

The wife-ing

The mothering

And you’re left with

A writer

An artist

!A REVOLUTIONARY

Who dreams of sowing thought

respect

And empathy back into our existence

She grasps for words

And stories

She grasps for experiences

She fails

She falls she rises

Over and over again

She is a woman

She is an entire future stitched together with all the labels she’s out grown

-Saschia

Not Your Wife III

He wants her

her long black hair and brown eyes

Her propped up tits pushed together like cuddling lovers

He wants all of her

Not one ounce of her soul though

She can keep that locked up with the bats

Far away from his la dee dah soul

La dee dah cuz he lost it years ago I mean sometimes we get a glimpse but most times it’s not near

He just wants her body and her good deeds

And her good days

And her beliefs but only if they’re proper

He wants her sex

And he’d do a lot for it

Just like the rest

He jimmies his Jimmie to so many images

And if yall knew the things he did to those woman in his mind

You’d feel less alone cuz you probably do it too

And with his deflated balls emptied he’ll emerge from the bathroom

with his rules and suggestions

Of how she should wear her hair

And how she should make her choices

He places women below him while he shits

Then returns to tell her how to live a righteous life

He is as false as the words that plunk to the ground when he talks

-Sasch

This is Who

I watched her rise above

I watched her question who she really was

And demand who she would become

She didn’t sit still for a moment longer

She pushed through and persevered

And now her home is quiet

And still

She worked for this peace

She stepped out and stood tall

And worked til her inside matched her outside

Til her life matched her dreams

This is her lifelong journey of becoming

This is who she is destined to be

♡ Saschia

A Bag Full of Freedom

I wake up chug a cup of water in my reusable Starbuck’s cup

gotta make sure I have enough milk made for the baby

sniff my pits and decide they smell fresh enough to skip a shower

I put on white leggings and look at my butt in the mirror only to notice

my panties show right through

So I pick a long shirt from my floral lined basket of folded shirts

I folded them when I was in the mood

I make myself sausage eggs and two pieces of french toast

this time for myself

not for the milk maker

I yell and scream about women’s rights then walk away

to fill another bottle of water

I pump for 20 minutes

put ointment on to prevent getting thrush

or from getting some infection I’d get from open wounds

and then gather Plath, Bukowski, Poe, Rimbaud, and [S.K.] Nicholas

into my bag

I grab my computer pretend to be happy

grab some pens and my keys and head out the door

I could take the Subie but I choose to take the Matrix

which is older and smellier

so my husband who has the baby has a car seat

and I drive and I think about where I want to eat

and if I even want to eat again

 

-Saschia

 

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not my business

is she black 
no she’s


⊕ white


 

is she loved by any other

than

the one that’s love is pure

?

it holds her down

*it- a woman, not a companion

Because companions required the stuff she didn’t

have to give

she buried them

along with pure love

in a grave

 

*it held her down

while he pounded

while he finished

 

only to call the next|                                                    |morning and ask

 

How’d you like it?

 

She, a business woman

couldn’t say

“me too”

because maybe he
changed maybe she’s

wrong

 

She changed though

no longer

purely loved no longer

a virgin

 

Held down by
strength

Held down by- not

a companion

 

-Saschia Johnson

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Skin Show

 

She’s deep though

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(Before she rids all things beauty)

There she was dressed to the T

Name brand from head to toe: Jeans snug, just a kiss of cleavage showing

She’s mastered the art of beauty

Because she’s terrible at everything else and her mind’s not like the others

She hides behind mesmerizing curves, and charms, and niceness

Why?

because not many have the time to navigate her thoughts

Her true ideas, overthought, are usually rejected.

Her ability to make sense doesn’t come as easy as

tight shirts, fitted pants, and a nice purse

 

 

-Saschia Johnson

 

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