• LLL

    In the realm of politics, they stood so tall,
    A mentor, a friend, guiding us all.
    Their wisdom and passion, a beacon of light,
    Inspiring us to fight for what’s right.

    But fate had other plans, a tragic twist,
    A car rollover accident, a life dismissed.
    Yet their spirit lives on, in memories we keep,
    Their legacy forever etched, in our hearts so deep.

    They taught us to be bold, to stand up and speak,
    To fight for justice, for the voices weak.
    Their absence is felt, a void hard to fill,
    But their impact on us, lingers still.

    So let’s honor their memory, with every stride,
    Carrying their torch, side by side.
    Though they may be gone, their influence won’t cease,
    For their spirit lives on, in our pursuit of peace.

    Rebecca Engle

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  • Rebecca Engle shared a letter in the Group logo of Women's EmpowermentWomen's Empowerment group 3 months ago

    Be Rubic's

    In a world of doubts, like a Rubik’s cube,
    Some wanted to peel off labels, misconstrue.
    But within me, colors danced bright,
    A puzzle unique, a mesmerizing sight.

    Therapists spoke of limits, an unkind fate,
    But my parents, they didn’t hesitate.
    They knew the stickers, they wouldn’t be torn,
    Their love, like glue, strong and reborn.

    Teachers, allies, in my journey of might,
    Saw my puzzle, each color so bright.
    From Special Ed, to mainstream flight,
    They saw the pattern, beyond black and white.

    I found my voice, embraced the hue,
    A rainbow within, a story anew.
    Now a mentor, lending my hand,
    Guiding others to understand.

    My tale, a Rubik’s cube so bold,
    Unpeelable stickers, a story untold.
    I stand here, a beacon, shining true,
    Empowerment’s force, breaking through.

    So here’s to us, each color, each side,
    For every woman, a unique ride.
    May my story echo, inspire the new,
    Empowering others, to be true.

    Rebecca Engle

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    • Sheesh! Rebecca, this is insanely good! I love this. So inspiring and empowering. You and only you know your limits, and you’ve clearly proved you have none. Your writing is really good. Just curious, what are your dreams/career ambitions?

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      • My mother is an amazing writer and I take after her in that aspect she is absolutely amazing and doubt her writing and I would love if she published her things too.

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    • Wow I love your metaphor with the Rubix cube!

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    • I’m so obsessed with this!!! Thank you so much for your words. This is so so sooooo good

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 months ago


    I have roses on my tongue

    Velvet kisses, words with thorns

    I have magnolias in my eyes

    Silver petals that mesmerize

    Orange blossoms on my chest

    Cover my heart with their zest

    I have orchids for my navel

    Like a sprite from woodland fable

    Through my waist and far below

    Hidden garden with its glow

    My body, vase of stems and leaves

    Ivy wrapped around my knees

    Small bouquet of scent and wonder

    Arranged for all to gaze and ponder

    Tend my garden, see me grow

    Water daily, let it flow

    Then pick my flowers with delight

    For they’ll come back throughout the night

    Ricardo Albertorio

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of Women's EmpowermentWomen's Empowerment group 4 months ago


    Outward beauty is fleeting

    Taken away by the years

    Like waves brushing sand back into the sea

    But a beautiful souls never fades

    It shines brighter, like a perennial diamond, as the years progress

    When our outward mask fades away

    The beautiful soul can be seen, fully, in all its splendor

    Why do we confuse physical beauty with permanence,

    When we know full well its ephemeral nature?

    Why not, instead, seek to make ourselves beautiful on the inside,

    And have that live forever?

    Ricardo Albertorio

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  • gorilladna shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 months ago


    Bias is the crime scene

    Authenticity is the crime

    Ignorance is enforcement

    Non-conformance is the charge

    Guilty is the plea

    Happiness is the defense

    Bigotry is the jury

    Hypocrisy is the judge

    Hate is the sentence

    Fear is the prison guard

    Rejection is the warden

    Courage is the appeal

    Tolerance is probation

    Empathy is the bill

    Compassion is the vote

    Acceptance is the law

    Love is supreme justice

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  • jenawrites shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 months, 2 weeks ago

    Who am I?

    Who am I? A mere mortal; a body of flesh and bones that moves amongst earth until it’s buried beneath it? Am I more than the blood in my veins or the organs within my vessel?

    Who am I? A glistening sphere of light; a soul that brings joy and peace to others lives? Am I more than my empathy or the love within my heart?

    Who am I? A deck of cards; the many faces that bring luck and abundance to some, but fateful defeat to others? Am I more than the value that others put on me?

    Who am I? The Earth’s moon; the phases of darkness and illumination that pierce the cracks of my shadow? Am I more than the waves and chaos that I create?

    Who am I? What is my purpose? To accept the fact that everything is temporary and attachments are unnecessary? To bring a sense of comfort and calmness to my inner and outer world? To show others that they all have a bright light within them, even if it may have been dimmed or distorted along the journey?

    Who am I to judge anyone, including myself, when I am just a human being like you? Who am I to shame anyone, including myself, when we’re all guessing and learning along the way? Who am I to know what’s best for anyone, when the only shoes I’ve walked in are my own?

    Who am I?

    I am me. I am a person full of anger and sadness that weighs heavy on my body. I am a human full of flaws and imperfections that make me unique. I am a woman full of strength and kindness that pours from within. I am a soul full of empathy and compassion that overflows from the depths of my heart.

    I am light, even with the shadow.
    I am love, even with the heaviness.
    I am peace, even with the chaos.

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    • In life, we are so many things, and experience so many different things. You are a wonderful person with a beautiful heart. And that is what is woven into every aspect of your story on this journey we call life. <3 Lauren

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    • This was such a powerful. The imagery caught my attention right away. Thank you for reminding the world of what it means to be human. Thank you for sharing your work.

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  • Sergine Citerme shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 4 months, 3 weeks ago

    Zones to Stones

    Yielding my will to control,
    But I don’t want to relinquish my fears
    Why move from a place that is familiar, when it brings me solace?
    It’s my comfort zone
    I find myself consumed with a scarcity mindset
    Not willing to let go so I can grow
    Afraid to leave a space that feels like home but swallows me whole
    Fighting insecurities, breathing impurities of doubt
    I guess it’s self-blame, a part of resisting change
    Forming my rigidness into a perspective that has no open view
    Every feeling is what leads you when you do things that is based on every mood
    I’ve always had to power to choose but I choose not to
    Telling stories and narrating for a version that is beneath me
    Eyes stuck open fixated on what I can’t see
    so why close my eyes to dream if I can’t believe in myself or hope for something else?
    There’s an innate need to be free of exalting my limitations
    Rising like the sun illuminating my imagination
    Walking a different direction
    Living to be brave and talking with no shame
    Just acceptance, pushing pass rejection
    I realize that no one else’s opinion of me should matter more than me
    So I am no longer judging me
    The path may not be clear but the pain of staying in my comfort zone has giving me a high threshold go the other way which I know are stepping stones

    Sergine Citerme

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    • Sergine, it is so amazing how you use the poem to ask yourself questions, but then decide to leave your comfort zone because it is moving you forward as stepping stones. Thank you for sharing your work.

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  • I still struggle with body dysmorphia

    Dear reader,
    I still struggle with body dysmorphia.
    But in 2021, I started wearing tiny clothes. For the first time ever.
    I’ve been many different sizes since my teens, but I’ve always been shaped the same. I was a chunky kid, or a curvy girl. Even in the height of my eating disorder, my bone structure never changed. The shape of my scapulae, the curve of my rib cage, or how close its end is to my pelvic bone’s beginning; these parts of me don’t move, so size didn’t always “fix” things. My fat distribution never changed much, either (hormone problems also contribute to that). I was always a “thick thighs save lives” girl with a big butt, even if there were less adipose cells than before.
    I felt deformed. Being raised in the early 2000s, this meant my whole life was a story of “Clothes Never Fit Right”. A story of my mom buying me women’s clothes at age 14 because the clothes my peers wore were too small. A story of being laughed at when I wore low-rise skinny jeans that gave me a “plumber butt”. A story of being called Britney Spears by a classmate because a button-up shirt I wore that day was a bit more form-fitting. (Which is a ridiculous insult, by the way. Britney is a queen.) It was also a story of seeing women being vilified for having a body that looked like a body. Every woman had to be paper thin.
    When I was 11, the 2007 VMAs splattered the news with Britney Spears’s performance. My dad nonchalantly said that Britney was “maybe skinny for a mom but still fat for a woman”. He said that to his 11-year-old daughter.
    I was insecure for so, so long.
    Then comes 2021. After a pandemic shutdown that kept most of us at home for months, I’m an adult. I’m well past the eating disorder. I’ve graduated college. I make my own money. Screw it, I’m now just going to wear what I want. I’m officially not dependent on anybody else.
    I wore Aerie leggings with a crop top. This was a new combination for me, and one that was trendy at the time. I was self-conscious at first; and worried about what my mom would think. She never would’ve let me leave the house wearing something like that growing up. I had been wearing the oversized T-shirt and Nike shorts combination for years.
    I definitely spent way longer than I want to admit still sucking in my tummy. I spent way longer than I want to admit worrying about the shape of my butt, or my thighs rubbing together.
    But it was so comfortable.
    So over time, I adjusted.
    My belly was out, every curve and line where everyone could see. My butt looked phenomenal. My thighs were being gently hugged by each other and the leggings with every step. Even my back rolls played peek-a-boo if I needed to reach something from a high shelf.
    You could see pretty much every part that I’d been forced to hide before. I was the most visible I had ever been.
    After a decade of either squishing everything in with Spanx, or completely hiding under a babydoll dress: leggings and a crop top freed me. I finally saw my body in real time. Every soft bit, I knew exactly what it looked like. I knew exactly what I looked like.
    It took a while to make peace with certain parts of myself. But I could finally look at every part of me and look at every part put together to form the whole of me and be okay with it. I could finally see me and my body without shame and contortion.
    My body dysmorphia is not gone. That part of me may not ever fully heal. But I made progress I’d never made before, because of this. Because of Aerie leggings and crop tops.
    This particular method may not be for everyone.
    This was the first of many times I’d leave my comfort zone. It definitely felt funny to start. Growth never comes without discomfort.
    Looking back now, though, it healed me more than I thought it did.

    Maggie Faye

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    • Maggie, While, based on my math, I am about ten years older than you, so much of this resonated with me. Those early 2000 years/late 1990’s thins was in, and I felt that same pressure, and I faced similar struggles as you. Someone said something to me while I was in college in NYC. She said, “Nothing looks as good as healthy feels.” That, somehow,…read more

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