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let my soul shine

dirty, dark urges

stole all of my firsts

I was too little,

too young

to fight

how could I

let my soul shine

bruised and bleeding


my worth

feeling deserving

of my poor,



how could I

let my soul shine

foul, muscled hands

muffled my cries

in the night

somehow I knew to

let my soul shine

living in darkness

that tried to


all light

I had to try to

let my soul shine

i couldn’t make them love me


as I might

still, I had to

let my soul shine

from my family’s cage

at fourteen,

this bird


took flight

to freely

let my soul shine

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014

To say I felt an emotional connection with Maya Angelou’s poetry would be an understatement.  

The above poem is my meager tribute to a phenomenal woman. I leave you with a quote.

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

― Maya AngelouLetter to My Daughter

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heavy truth NaPoWriMo2020 Day 3

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We dwell in an upside down world

where truth is heavy like a stone around one’s neck

& cement shoes make it hard to move forward

while lies fly freely without care

but do little to quell our fears

some yell “It’s not fair!”

Some complain that it is just too much to bear

but really is staying home too high a fare?

~Melanie Thomason





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I walk alone into the night

but I walk without fear


I’m looking for a fight

with the ones who harvests tears


they prey on innocent women

devouring their screams


leaving trails of crimson

they destroy their lives and dreams


they think they hold all the power

take joy in others pain


but now’s the witching hour

and the night is my domain


so each night I hunt the hunters

with Vengeance on my breath


I too have a hunger

I will make them beg, for death

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2015

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hush now

image from Pixabay

hush now

no one wants to hear

keep it to yourself

don’t air our dirty laundry

what would the neighbors think?

hush now

don’t cry

we are all big boys and girls

crying is for babies

or in the dark of night all by yourself

hush now

don’t speak

some truth might just slip out

we wouldn’t want that

now, would we?

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2015


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Sane? #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 2

My memories are clear but disjointed, non-linear . . . time a blur.

Is that how my mind dealt with things?

To keep them in tidy little packages; each memory separate, an isolated event …

So they didn’t all run together and prove overwhelming?

Is that how I remained sane?

That is . . .

IF I am.

~Melanie Thomason



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was it her fault

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Did she ask for it?

was her skirt too short?

her top too tight?

too revealing?

did her eyes say yes, while she said no?

was it her fault because she had the nerve to be at that party?

or out alone?

or drinking?

Did she ask for it?

Did it make you feel like a big man?

to take what wasn’t yours?

to use fear and control and body parts as weapons?

Did she ask for it?

Did she want her life forever altered?

or was it You?


~Melanie Thomason

reblog see original here






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child prostitute

With that in mind I am re-blogging something I wrote in 2014.


Caged Butterfly from Deviant Art

Caged Butterfly from Deviant Art




and sold

a child

left sullied

and shamed


the trade

’cause it is all

that they know

think it is all

they are good for..

are they really to blame?

then THEY are arrested

and charged as criminals?!


do we





do the headlines say

“Child Prostitute”

like it was their choice?


~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014


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Blue Daze #NaPoWriMo2020 Day 1

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay

I allowed myself to be thrown off course

by a few, choice, coarse words from you

Now the days have been passing

in a groggy daze

All those irretrievable moments

drifted away

like so many clouds

I open the window

to allow in the brisk spring breeze

and thoughts of you stir and rustle

as papers sent flying from my desk

As I listen, blue jays chirp in sets of three

and a woodpecker taps an echoing pattern on a tree

Nature grabbed me by the scruff of the neck

and shook the blues right out of me

~Melanie Thomason



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