RealTalk Poetry • White Girl Hungover

Print

” Maybe your friends wouldn’t have to cut you off. They wouldn’t hold your wallet hostage. Promising you a drink on every hour.”

You participate in the initial cheers.

Clanking the brim of your red plastic cup against their glasses. You take a picture of the cluster of arms. FILTER: Velcinia. CAPTION: “The night has begun!”

But now – it’s the morning after.

If you could go back, put color on the night, be granted a do-over, go home one-hour earlier, or take one drink back – then maybe you would do things differently.

Maybe you wouldn’t perform your version of the ‘Dougie’ while taking occupancy center stage. Maybe your friends wouldn’t have to cut you off. They wouldn’t hold your wallet hostage. Promising you a drink on every hour.

Maybe you wouldn’t have initiated small talk.

Spending 30-minutes convincing a male by the bar that you’re “dehydrated”. You wouldn’t make contact with the seat of the only unclogged toilet, trying desperately to catch your balance between the cold metal stalls.

Maybe you wouldn’t put on a grin while dodging security and rehearsing your “I just can’t walk in these heels”, cry. You wouldn’t have embraced the satisfaction of screaming “CHUG” in a stranger’s face or challenging a group of high-tolerance frat boys to a Jäger bomb shot battle.

Maybe you wouldn’t have slumbered with a garbage can wrapped within your arms.

A Tylenol and water bottle wouldn’t be bedside, waiting to mask your bad decisions. Leaves wouldn’t cover your body. Evidence of something your can barely recall.

Maybe you wouldn’t be tiptoeing around the sleeping bodies on the ground.

You wouldn’t have a sticky mess beneath your feet or the smell of stale beer teasing your queasy stomach. You wouldn’t be lecturing yourself about your decisions, asking your Uber driver to chime in, on the ride home.

You wouldn’t be white girl hungover.


This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor

Continue Reading

RealTalk Poetry • Untouched Places

Print

Take your steps long
and make your steps smart.

Never let your steps stay
in the place where they start.

Find pavement that’s fresh
and views that are new.

Find a place that will let you
be the YOU that is true!


This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor

Continue Reading

Love & Lust • Heartbreak Is An Encore

Print

“Heartbreak is the chilling feeling that you’re doing everything wrong. That this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.”

Heartbreak is a powerful diagnosis.

It’s the sorrow of a lonely bird. The crumbling of an expired cake. The nostalgia of a Top 40 song, overplaying itself on the radio. Heartbreak is the chilling feeling that you’re doing everything wrong. That this isn’t the way it’s supposed to be.

It’s the disbelief, the regret, the wish for one more chance.

Heartbreak is an encore. It’s a broken record, refusing to let the song end. It’s the honesty of a photograph, unable to change with the people in it.

But, how many times can you let the same person defeat you? You sacrifice our self-worth for the familiar because you settle – and you accept.

Sometimes they’ll look your way, smirking as if deprived of your body. They’ll send you a text every few months, slipping in a childish emoticon. They’ll press their shoulder against yours at the bar, reminding you of their mere existence. And not sometimes, but always, do you read too much into these things.

And so, you continue to look their way.

You hope to connect one last time. You rehearse your response to their texts – whipping your phone in critique when your words simply won’t flow.

You disregard the eyes of affection,

the real love that comes up,

the ones who can rewrite your pain.

They’re begging for your time and attention like you’re begging for someone else’s’.


This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor

Continue Reading

RealTalk Poetry • A Life Beyond Sad

Print

They say my smile’s bigger
since you last made me frown.

They say I sound better
since you last let me down.

I gave you my all,
from my mind to my heart.

I gave you it all,
and you tore it apart.

For the years that I wasted,
I won’t waste a day more.

And my tears,
– they will freeze –
on your cold hardwood floor.

There are no words to be said,
or goodbye’s to be had.

I have to believe there’s a life beyond sad.


This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor

Continue Reading

Understanding Life • The For Better Or Worse Life Promised

Print

“For as long as we turn our head to the bad of reality, we’re missing our chance to stand up for the good.”

We live in a fast-moving world that often forces our heads to turn to the bad instead of the good. But we cannot live this way. We cannot focus on what’s wrong when there’s so much that is right. There is so much to believe in.

We must stop and look around.

We must stop and look around or we’ll miss a puppy see a flower roll in its first flower bed or a baby take its first steps. We’ll miss the ‘thug’ on the bus give their seat to an elder, or your neighbour – smiling wide – as they hold open the door. We’ll miss one homeless person share their sandwich with another and a child’s face light up, with a new teddy in their arms.

We have the ability to see what we want.

With every step, we remind ourselves of heartbreak and pain. The humans that start war and the evil on the news. We look away to avoid a society we’ve been taught to hate. Of course, this world is full of broken people.

Misguided people.

But, for as long as we turn our head to the bad of reality, we’re missing our chance to stand up for the good. We’re missing the for better or worse that life promised.


This image was illustrated in collaboration with Lemon Chicken Por Favor

Continue Reading
1 2 3 14