http://slow.writerscafe.org/Seb The original writings of author VERONICA en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776007293 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 this is actually a song lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/2011518/ This is actually song lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/2011449/  They thought that they could stop meMy resistance to patriarchyState stealing common groundsMen unleashed witch hunting houndsThey said I was too strong& my medicine was all wrong They thought that they could drown meWater suffocate my scr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1400431/ I'm hot, I'm flyI keep it realbite into my thighn' listen to me squealyou sissy straight boiswanna look, but won't touchyou're tools n' you're toysI'll f**k you up so muchYou've gone n' internalizedhomophobiayour lines are systematized"i... i could never be a..."a gay, a queer, a sissy or a f****t"a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1399343/ I lost my wallet,2 weeks consecutively.I ripped your overalls.I lost a box containingmy best friend's cherished project.I am not attentive.Look at the bumps, bruises & scrapes.I don't mean to make so much noise& wake you up at night.My heart winces everytimemy dog gets underfoot.These might .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1386836/ cops they kill & kill & cops they kill & kill & cops they kill & kill & cops they kill & killcops they killed a man riding on the subwayall because they say he didn't payhow could a life be worth taking for 2.50?on top of that that pig got paid leaveOSCAR PEREZ-GIRONwas j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1386835/ This song uses the melody of Bessie Smith's classic "Gimme a Pigfooot" which describes the original black hipsters of Harlem to describe who we call hipsters today... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1386833/ I am in recoveryin no traditional sensemind spirit & bodytrained to stare at screenstrained to plug in & shoptrained to go to bathhouses & barstrained to forget how to loveLet me recover my smilethe minutes today spent smoking cigarettesLet me recover my autonomyto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1372211/ this is a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1372188/ This isa dream,     Dreams are realityIneach there is a death     It starts in our youth--          Wewitness something we aren’t ‘sposed to…     Magic, a fune.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1302795/ this is a song. clap along. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1300542/ created with Proud Theater http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1294236/ i want to be a songstressi want to be a militanti want to be a suicidea professional salad-makera burlesque dancera superstar household namei want to be someone's loveri want to be somebody's sex slavei want to be a next level experta teachera healera unicorn-dragoni want to, i wanti want a choicei .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1294113/ Day 1 & Day 1Your fate is sealedFrom homebirths toC-sectionsFrom brown to yellowYour worth is imprintedInside of youDNAFat lines& barely visible onesEach representing a fateYour experience“Identities”Form the barcode .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1261425/  Version:1.0StartHTML:0000000246EndHTML:0000022797StartFragment:0000002993EndFragment:0000022761SourceURL:file://localhost/Users/admin/Desktop/Sec%20Wor%20Ref%20Vis%20Hea/Second%20World%20Reflective%20Vision%20Head%20(decorgonized).dI… I… Icon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1261424/ 1. Hurt heart winceslocked up princessrhythm & beatunlock meSmile nice & chastelips togetherbut it won't serve me anymoreImaginar-y pretendythat's how you seeme oh wellThis  beast quells spellsflames flicker quickerstaccato buildingbeat it to a pulpMy sequin dresstears at the seamsit se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250718/ Can you write while listening to music?Without the words of the artist's merging with your own?Without the tones, melodies, beats sneaking into your poem prose?Without nestling into the same message that the song sings?Without copy-writing entirely?Can you write while listening to music?While riding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250507/ Teeming with the scent of sunblockStrolling down 6th with lips ever so slightly openSporting hot pink sunglasses in JanuaryHeadphones blare at eardrumsAnd make the rest of life a montageAbout her obscurityLike the opening credits of a filmA thin, pretty-faced 20-somethingWith streaked movie star hai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250492/ The fairy inside the periwinkle bud hummed a new melody. It had just created it and it shuffled through the notes, clumsily tripping on the "L" sound of the "la la la's". The fairy had wooden hair so long that  no bands or ribbon were required in tying it back. It lay in near fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250486/ She hangs a blank picture frame above her bedIt's broad, discolored, woodenShe found it on the side of the street in North HollywoodShe hangs a blank picture frame above her bedSo that she remembers to take the timeTo see what kind of shadow she castsShe shifts her position so that h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250485/ You say you love the rainYou say you love the smellOf whiskey on a man's breathYou say you love my legsYou say this is like "Casablanca"Michael Curtiz will call, "Action"You play BirdmanAnd I'll be BogartWhen you said you love the rainThis was just a ployYou knew that I am rainYou just wanted me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250484/ "And now Ms. Sei..."Is sprayed dryly into a school microphoneUnenunciated and raspy it enters the classroomDeafening middle school studentsBack in the main officeLit by green florescent light barsShe takes her place in front of a smiling orchestraWho've been soundlessly tuning t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250483/ No Disclaimers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250472/  Little boxes along the sidewalktheir captives: our knick-knacks,our clothes & shoes, ourSunglasses Hut &Nordstrom’s Rack, our furniture,utensils, lightboxes: HD or plasma. Our digital cashthat machines read off plasticcards... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250459/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250441/ No Disclaimers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250437/ No Disclaimer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250436/ Incorrigible rich whiteb******spray to their goddessNeo-Liberalismeach time they swipetheir debit cards.Her name is French;it means New Freedom,but it’s the kind we’veseen before. Neo-Liberalism was bornwhen the Earth was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250433/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250432/ No Disclaimes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1250431/ Feedback please, the story's about half finished now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1037612/ no disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/1001316/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/982788/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/982779/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/982775/ no disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/981855/ no disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/981850/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970098/ Muffin OverdoseLight blue berry foamSeeps through coveted full lipsOf deceased JolieMinty Demise"Death by mint cookies!"Demanded Queen AntoinetteThe peasant's wife wept.Comfort FoodMiley Cyrus's momFlipped flapjacks frivolously'Til her arms fell offFailureCrumbling GeishasUsed craisin scones as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970095/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970094/ On baby blue mornings,he mimics his Dad's glare.Pudgy face remains grave,Fur pressed downBy a continuous gust.On baby blue mornings Dad strolls seemingly purposeless,Burnt caramel crown whipping in the windAs he drags each step leisurely.His son drags out each step in pain,Winds whip .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970093/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970092/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970090/ No Disclaimers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970087/ Totally ripped this plot from a Laotian myth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970077/ No Disclaimers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/970073/ My mother, an angiosperm Moabi, encased me in fruit. Sweetly I sat stuck; the moist pulp was creamy. As she grew the fruit around me she told me her story until I was too heavy and fell from her branch. I had only been on the floor for a day when it happened. I was plucked up by a Bak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/667541/ I have never been withoutyou.I would feel embarrassedwithout you.If there ever was a mom4entthat you left me& I fell to the floor asa result& a passerby wouldcompress & kiss you back to me,although you clearly wantedto go,I would feel ashamed.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/666365/ Hermanos siameses,de tela que es azul ycómoda,mequedan alrededorde mispiernas. Con suscosturasinnecesarias,como la sonrisa forzada,ellosalivianlaincomodidadde mis "amigos". Pero,de vez en cuando,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/522647/ Back beforeCharles Manson killed two women because of misinterpreted Beatles’s lyrics;back before Latiesha Green, Gwen Araujo & others were killed because ofhuman-made divides between man & woman; back before crusaders destroyedparts of the Middle Ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seb/522501/