Do you know about Syria

I often hear that question from excited faces
who have just learned of the massacring of an entire country.

They point out something Obama said about regret in an article — they shake their heads wanting me to acknowledge that they now realize he is not perfect.
They reference an HBO documentary —  because that makes it real.

It’s really depressing stuff, is what they’ll usually follow the question
with then unveil their expertise.

Syria is not a fad.

It’s not a topic for you to pick up like a handbag as you leave
the Nordstrom store, show off to your friends for weeks on end, then leave off with your pile of to-go’s in two months.

–Flose Boursiquot, loudmouth ((goo.gl/BCX3Ub))

Yoga in the park

Hands to arms,
you touched my heart.

I love you with the strength
of the sun against our stomachs.

You told me that I am my master,
with the earth holding me up,
you showed me community.

Hands to arms,
you touched my heart.

I love you.

Written by Flose Boursiquot
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@nicolesteps

Right love

Women who love other women were abused. 

She says this, my black diva, those words she said.

My vagina shrinks. That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard and I disagree.

“I love other women.” 

Words I haven’t said out-loud to myself enough times to understand. Instead, I write poems — formulas to ease understanding.

The first time a man touched me with his Brillo Pad fingers, I was five. The last time, I was 21. At 16, I asked a boy to hold my virginity. He held it in between his ring finger and thumb — it’s not new, he said.

I agreed. It has been stripped like onion layers at Burger King.

Catholics said god will give me a second one if I prayed. I needed a dozen at that point. God frowned not knowing I had Brillo Pad scars all across my clitoris and vaginal walls.

Women who love other women were abused. 

I love individuals. 

I love individuals because I have seen how men move in systems. From five, I have known that the love in my heart cannot belong to man alone. It belongs to the light inside the light in you — I see the light that shines for me. And so, I love individuals.

I love in human. I love that women are beautiful. I love that womyn are beautiful. I love that trans is beautiful. I love that the light inside the light of me can love right.

Written by: Flose Boursiquot

Published: https://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=flose+boursiquot

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Author of Close Your Eyes, Now Breathe loudmouth.