Nasty Woman

Nasty Woman poem by kaaya Faye

Every morning when she wakes up Rubbing her eyes, she saunters in the house Half dreaming, half thinking, she walks Snapping fingers at her yawning mouth. Awake and ready for work, Aiming to be rich, She walks down the street Driven by wealth as beggars are by itch. Women stare […]

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Querencia

Querencia Love Poem

Querencia The place where one’s strength is drawn from; where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self. The verb, “queer” means to desire. Querencia is a favorite spot, fondness.   There are gazillion stars in the sky A moon to desire Sun to bath […]

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Mors Tua Vita Mea

Mors Tua Vita Mea poem by Kaaya Faye

I know he’s here Hiding in the cellars of my rib cage In the spaces between my vertebrae Glued to my muscles And every ounce of my blood. Doubt. “Mors Tua Vita Mea” He hisses, slithering through my flesh “Mors Tua Vita Mea” He repeats, seated in a dark corner […]

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Lay Back and Chill

Lay Back and Chill poem by kaaya faye

In a world That shouts and screams “Hustle! Hustle! Hustle! Do not be ashamed Of giving yourself time Lay back and chill.   Staying in a family That expects and dreams Shelter! Food! Financial muscle! Take time and start late Without it feeling like a war crime Lay back and […]

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Ground

Ground - A Note of No-Thanks, poem by Kaaya Faye

/ɡraʊnd/ verb: 1. prohibit or prevent from flying. They ask me to “keep my feet on the ground” Be shy about being appreciated Lest I’ll be too confident I’ll be too proud. So what? I ask and see their faces Blinking blankly at me. What is wrong about liking who […]

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