Unboxed
By: Amber M. Arif
Get all your boxes ticked.
Be like all that already is.
Shaped by fear, shaped by all that is
common.
Poured into all that is already known
How will you know then,
all that you know?
All that you are shaped by
all your common
sense.
What you are.
Tick your own box
the box that says
“I am everything,
and everything is me.”.
I am not to be put in sections
sections are to be put in me
for I am
intersectional.
Universe
By: Ena Cintakinta Ivković
I have been defiled
several times
by their hands
and his hands,
the one who was supposed to fix me.
Defiled
by the universe
and even myself.
My body is stained
it has been so from before I was born.
My body was written and readied
by the laws of the universe.
For what purpose?
I ask and plead
for what purpose
was it prepared
that I was to be stained, defiled, and wronged.
Has the universe
written and readied
my release too?
A Room of My Own
By: Orkhan Khanlarov
I remember the window in my room
it overlooked a church
and every night I prayed to God
wishing for the world to stop
and if not for my heart to cease.
I filled my cups with tears, they dried
like my faith withered on a crucifix.
I asked God if he saw what he did
but only deafening silence filled my room.
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