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Day 350: Curly Hair

The texture of my life is not bound by the straightness of my hair. Though you try to tell me, that my dreams can only be achieved by the light reflecting off the glow of my porcelain skin, available today for the easy purchase of my identity. If the wishes I have can come true… Continue reading Day 350: Curly Hair

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Day 335: Feminism

It's hard to take a stand, When these legs are rooted in foundations missing half their (her)story. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

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Day 322: Mystic Women

They pull at your coat a way to drag you down and back, place you safely in your box. If only they could remove the garment of power you wear. But what they don't understand is you do not wear power, you are the strength of the universe made flesh. They cannot rip it from… Continue reading Day 322: Mystic Women

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Day 264: Reconciling (Feminist) Hinduism

I belong to a spirituality that celebrates the strength of my gender and a religion that tells me that I am "less than" because of who I am. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: apologies for the resending but just fixed an error.   

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Day 148: Power Over Me?

I refuse to hate who I am because it is inconvenient for you to like me. I will not change my inflections to be a perfect reflection of your discourses. I shall not hide from the sun, so that my skin becomes pale enough for you to see me. I need not change the texture… Continue reading Day 148: Power Over Me?

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Day 89: Choices

***TRIGGER WARNING*** These words I choose tell you what I believe #Istandwithsurvivors while I hide the real me How do I say, I chose not to say I took the easy way and hid... But it wasn't easy To lie to the one face who knew it all Tell myself I had been there willingly Even… Continue reading Day 89: Choices

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Day 68: The Women

On this sacred day, I give thanks For the many women Who have made me strong And the many women Who continue to inspire me To be more than I can imagine. My mother who bore me, Nine months of pain, To birth a child, Who needed special care. She did not stumble, In her… Continue reading Day 68: The Women

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Day 28: Pages

**Trigger Warning: Sexual assault/ Rape** These blank pages Stare accusingly back at me To put down a truth That I cannot speak of. Recollections Retrospections Searching inwardly To find an external answer. Why did I do that? Why did I wear that? Recriminations Voices speak All asking Why did I go there? Why wasn't I… Continue reading Day 28: Pages

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Day 9: Sisters

I am blessed For I have many sisters. Sisters of the blood, Herstory linked to mine Through generations of love and sacrifice. Her name surrendered to family lines, A ghostly presence which weaves the family story. Sisters of the soul, Who chose to connect their story to mine Trusting I will remember, That life existed before… Continue reading Day 9: Sisters