Tag Archives: Awareness

a conversation

“Take the gun.  Better to have it and not need it…”

She shook her head no, as she sharpened her knife and slipped it back into her pocket.  “You know I detest violence, but a girl does have to defend herself.”

“Well, until something drastic happens in this world to change things, it is never safe out there.  Especially alone.  Especially at night. Especially if you are a woman.”

“Exactly right.  I’ll call you when I get there so you can stop worrying.”

“I’ll never stop worrying cause you, my love, were born a girl.”

~Melanie Thomason

7/5/19

 

 

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escape

her family

lacking humanity

embraced their insanity

“loved” with brutality

made home a monstrosity

hell—

or at least in the vicinity

she had to get away

or be lost in their depravity

baptized by poetry

words strengthened her immunity

to escape her biology

to leave them in her history

a change in geography

gave her new opportunity

to make a new reality

and write her own story

~Melanie Thomason

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circles

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a band of gold around your finger

shouldn’t feel like bracelets made of steel

you should feel his arm around your shoulders

not his hands around your throat

that is not love

 

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Milk

 

This poem and fabulous watercolor painting by Georgiann Carlson

is from my book

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

Get it here!

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Shameless

Yes…I’m promoting my book.

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My second collection of poetry, Moonpies & Naugahyde: A Childhood Survived,  is available on Amazon. Fabulous watercolor paintings by Georgiann Carlson accompany my poems throughout, creating a book I am extremely proud of!

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your truth

why are you wasting time?

scribbling your words in invisible ink?

like fat fingers

on steamed up mirrors

and foggy windows…

why would you let your truth

disappear

into

obscurity?

it needs to be read, heard & recognized

chisel your words in stone

etch them in glass

hell,

paint the town red with your truth

your voice, your words need to be translated in 24 languages

& written in braille

so even the blind 

can see

your truth.

~Melanie Thomason

2014

This poem is from my book

Moonpies and Naugahyde

A Childhood Survived

Get it here!

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WINTERING

Originally posted in 2013. Poem with Audio 🙂

Wordifull

Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell

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she refused

she refused

to drop her gaze

or weep

or display her shame

in any other way

though she knew it was

what was expected

she didn’t bother to cake on makeup

to conceal her bruises either

she was tired of hiding

let them draw their own conclusions

about her most respected husband

let him be judged and found lacking

not that she would be around to see it

because today, with head held high

was the day she walked, not ran, away

~Melanie Thomason

 

 

 

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