Poetry// Blue Screens.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Blue Screens.

By Daphne Le Bay

As the road stretches and hedges of weed tear the sky green, 

he runs to the street. He runs to relieve another breath of steam. 

His resilience is braking, his illness is taking 

a little too much space in that battling brain. 

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Poetry// Chin Up.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Chin Up.

By Barnali Rayshukla

She dances on a quicksand 

of thoughts, eases into that

hourglass paused in time

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 Poetry/ White-noise.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry/ White-noise.

By Barnali Ray Shukla

Moonshine shimmies on a high-tide 

a foghorn finds a voice, that  wraps 

the night around that lighthouse 

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TW: Disordered Eating// The Night Before.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

TW: Disordered Eating// The Night Before.

By Brittany Cerny

When I first started walking, I’m sure I wobbled and wiggled and fell a thousand or so times. I have no doubt that I wailed and wallowed and that I wanted my mother to hold me tight; but I eventually got back up and kept on going. 

I’m sure this is going to be just like that.

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Poetry// Goodnight.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Goodnight.

By Daphné Le Bay

She longs for a drink, 

that consuming cloudy crave. 

Insides burnt, eyes in a purple maze.  

Labyrinth of the mind put at ease, 

blurred corners such a tease. 

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TW: Self Harm// I Wonder What My Life Would Be.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

TW: Self Harm// I Wonder What My Life Would Be.

By Nicole Poirier

I wonder what my life would be

If I didn’t have anxiety

Would an OK, okay, and ok. all sound the same

Would all these thoughts quit racking my brain

Would the punctuation of a period lose its passive aggressive power

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Poetry// Salt and Past.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Salt and Past.

By Daphne Le Bay

Silence crystalized in a hollow sphere of salt,

Misty white breath lingers as it clusters my thoughts,

The far past entangled in estranged future knots

The taste of raw metal stains me like bullet shots. 

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Free Prose//Through the Eyes of a Black Girl.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Free Prose//Through the Eyes of a Black Girl.

By Sibongu Sithole

Womxn.

A young feminist.

A young womxn who believes in both equity and the equality we deserve. I am made to believe that I am worthy, not made to feel inferior, I don't have to remind people how to treat me. I am also made to believe that I want to be a man by being a feminist or that I actually hate men. I am treated differently than a young man. I should sit differently, walk differently, basically my every move is questioned.

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Poetry// Fear.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Fear.

By Lana Scibona

I️ have never been alone in the pits of night When they switch off the lights of the empire

In the unholy hour of the brooder and the drunk.

We have learned the temptation

Of a madonna’s form

Too young like sermons

At church about brimstoneTingling up our spines.

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Poetry// Life.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Life.

By Dara P

Life is a case of complexities

It is all and nothing

It will break your heart

and then warm it

All whilst rejuvenating to repeat the cycle once more

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Poetry// Untitled.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Untitled.

By Khari ‘She Flowered’

in light of the rising divine feminine energy that ripples through us.

//

letting go to surrender

letting go to remember

who i once were.

who is she?

who are you?

who am eye?

who are we?

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Poetry// What makes a womxn?
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// What makes a womxn?

By Brianna Dèsir

2 parts sugar

3 parts spice

Pour it all together, and you’ll have…

The Powerpuff Girls

As if womxnhood was as simple as a recipe to entice.

Do you think it would actually be something so frilly and nice?

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Poetry// What defines a womxn?
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// What defines a womxn?

By Hannah Costley

What defines a woman?

Is it sex, vagina or womb?

Is it cooking and cleaning?

Or perhaps ‘keeping the home’?

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Poetry// A Woman’s Nature.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// A Woman’s Nature.

By Sumaiya Ahmed

the women in my family

are all peaches and cream,

shades of ivory and gold,

glistening like a bronzed dream;

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Poetry// Ableism and Me.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Ableism and Me.

By Sophia Kleanthous

Since becoming disabled I’ve wanted to speak out for my community.

To show the world that we are not who you perceive us to be.

We are writers, we are lawyers, we are doctors, we are our own supporters

We are not what society has taught us.

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Poetry// To Be a Woman.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// To Be a Woman.

By Lauren Calver

To be a woman is 

To be strong

To be resilient 

To be empowered 

To be bitchy

To be judged  

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Poetry// Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere.
Sabrina Simpson Sabrina Simpson

Poetry// Somewhere, Nowhere, Everywhere.

By Daphne Le Bay

Sitting on the couch, picking your brain,

Maybe had a black-out, standing in the rain,

Somewhere in between we were in a café.

I think you said goodbye somewhat in a haste.

Did you leave on Wednesday or was it another day?

Was it yesterday? Or was I running late?

You kissed me on the cheek and took another peak,

Out the window, to the girl standing in the street.

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