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Writing - Poetry - The Freedom Between my Thighs

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Writing - Poetry - The Freedom Between my Thighs

The Freedom Between my Thighs- (written in 2014, edited 2020) by Yvette Hess   The Freedom between my thighs Consoles his fears Of being a smaller man, A lesser man By consuming me.   Fists aim for the sky But land on either eye- I’m blinded by promises, Once again left Empty. My insides hate me for allowing His bitter tongue to taste me. So I wait for the lashings daily Expectant, Pregnant with the truth Pregnant with his fruit Ignorant to the fact that I can escape: And live life full, Not bruised, Not used. Not only seeing black...

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Writing - 25.03.2021 - Poetry - The Movie

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Writing - 25.03.2021 - Poetry - The Movie

There is such a lot of pain, So much embarrassment and humiliation.Things she can’t believe she allowed-And swallowed All because of what she was taught to believe about herself.And it makes her sick and it makes her sad.The same feelings on spin cycle manifestingAs real life - This matrix, this made-for-TV reality Where writer, director and actorTake the lead in the show:“We All Know Down”Behind Blue eyesshe plays hero and villain ,Jane Doe, a story for the peoplestarring every one -winning and losingRising and falling Overcoming nothing but The battlefield that is the mind.Yet, Feelings tell the tales of livingAnd...

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Writing - “I watch the Waves” - 2020 - Poetry

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Writing - “I watch the Waves” - 2020 -  Poetry

I watch the waves crashing, coming for me, then easing back - becoming the whole body. Sometimes I catch the moment it breaks- I hear the ache as it crashes into itself. It slowly fizzles all the way until that fizz reaches to greet me Right at my feet: Fresh and Pure. And forgiving. A new wave has come and gone. I stay watching. Tomorrow the pull will be different and the waves will be too. It's all water, Moving. I watch, as the One between sea and sky Just as the Moon above sky and sea.

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Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

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Writing - “Shape of Home” - 2018 - Poetry

If I’m shaped by all my experiences, then why am I left feeling hollow? “Make space, make space!” They say. There’s more of them to home. Aren’t you lucky that I’m open? Open to receive and give and give.   Why am I the space you occupy? Why am I the space to gather round, To sing your war songs, your silent cries. While I- Constantly swallow the gratitude of being the space you call home.   Yet all I want to feel is home again To feel like I belong in my skin, again. In this mind, and soul,...

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Writing 29.12.2020 -Instagram

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Writing 29.12.2020 -Instagram

“I will Become, I am afterall, so Unbecoming.Dear Diary,Another day is here.Another went by.Writing, drawing, waiting. I lie. Not waiting. But trying to invite the fullness of waiting.In the mean time, it's all just here and not yet there.Physically here, but haven't yet determined what my coordinates are. Wait. What if I don't have any?Crazy burns.Ps I look at this picture and I see the personage I want to embrace. She looks like she's onto something and that she needs nothing. No need. No need to explain. And it's enough.I'm out.“ posted to Instagram 29.12.2020

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