Stop giving me shit! Stop rehashing my past for no reason, because everything is different now.
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There was this moment where it was like, ‘I don’t really need to be worried about a guy hurting me, I don’t need to live in fear.’ Because when women show fear, I feel like that makes us powerless.
There's always going to be things that have happened, and things people have said in the past that you can't control. But the past is in the past.
I am who I am. I'm a good person. I take care of myself. I'm healthy. I like to have fun, but that doesn't mean I need to go out and drink and be crazy.
I’m a normal, nice person. A good person. I don’t have any bad intentions. And my past has to stay in the past.
In the press, if you sneeze, they'll make it look like you were crying.
I would love to know why I get constantly clobbered in the press. I could do 99 things right and one thing wrong, but it's that one thing that will be focused on. Behind the scenes I do what I can to be the best version of me, which never gets mentioned. I am also human. I make mistakes. That's all…
Only boring people get bored. But that's not really true, because I'm definitely not boring and I get bored a lot.
the new grocery store sells real cheese, edging out the plastic bodega substitute. the new neighbors know how to feed their children, treat themselves to oysters sometimes. other times, to brunch. finally, some good pastrami around these parts. new cafe on broadway. new trees in the sidewalk. everyo…
lay me down on eye-white snow my slow brooding bed of robin wings my body slit & smearing everywhere. I will not name this new opening a wound. here, there is no pain I didn’t beg for. I heard the howl, didn’t dare run. stood waiting for the sweet blades of jaw & claw. you found me wasted no time ma…
— Danez Smith, Poem Where I Be a Doe & You, by Effect, Are a Wolf
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected travelers some nights on our way home from work. Once, on the lawn of the Tool and Die Company, a swan; the word doesn’t convey the shock of the thing, white architecture rippli…
I had a beautiful dream I was dancing with a tree. —Sandra Cisneros Some things on this earth are unspeakable: Genealogy of the broken— A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre, Or the smell of coffee and no one there— Some humans say trees are not sentient beings, But they do not understand poe…
How wide the sidewalks were! You stood in the middle of ours. Definite and debonair. Mama with a big black Patent leather handbag. Strap Draped over her arm. Chic. Loose coat holding no baby inside. Madaddy suited, slanted wide brim hat. At attention As if he were seeing Paris After the war. All smi…
after Nazim Hikmet, for & after Rassan At the Detroit Metro Airport with the turtle-hours to spare between now & my flight, there is such a thing as the kindness of the conveyor belt who lends me its slow, strange mollusk foot as I stand quiet, exhausted, having been alone in my bed for days now, sl…
He didn’t invite me to the wedding. Am I some kind of ghost? A few roses blown open. People kept trooping back and forth in downpour to view the thorny stalks. I saw the photos. Am I shameful? Even from far away you can tell someone’s age by how her body moves. What bird by the steadiness of its win…
Our dead friend used to say when she reached menopause the swamp cleared from her mind the sun shone brightly for the first time since girlhood she could think clearly things were outlined as if in lights a dog was a dog and a man was only a man ~ Imprisoned in the arms of Eros you relax you blur yo…
When the doctor suggested surgery and a brace for all my youngest years, my parents scrambled to take me to massage therapy, deep tissue work, osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine unspooled a bit, I could breathe again, and move more in a body unclouded by pain. My mom would tell me to sing songs t…
A difficult climb to a beautiful view— I don’t like it. I don’t like the way you make me go positively Protestant all this deferral up to a future only you’ve seen the ascent always leveraged against an alien payoff already prescripted. When we get there I’ll be dead tired too tired to view the view…
The people Jesus loved were shopping at The Star Market yesterday. An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps. Even after his bags were packed he still stood, breathing hard and hawking into his hand. The feeble, the lame, I could h…
there’s a cosmic storm whenever he’s in my orbit five races at war outside time, trapped in one spindly high-toned body, knobby elbows and knees the rigorously loving teachings of mom and dad take root despite media engineering and peer pressures. the snippy cuttings, mouthy snipings, and cheeky wit…