3/21/2016 0 Comments Three poems by Alexis BatesRainy Days He comes home boots muddy hands bloodied sits down for a drink and calls me honey I feel myself shrink under the pressure of marriage I’m starting to rethink the concept of marriage Daughter You’re such a good girl building caves in your cheeks with all the words you’ve hidden there Wild I have fallen in love with myself my distorted features meaningless in the face of a broken mirror my skin calloused and bleeding I am yellow bruises and muddy footprints I have learned to love myself wild About the author: Alexis Bates, 18, is an upstart poet and writer living in Baltimore, MD. Her poems force us to reflect on how we relate to topics such as self-perception, feminism, and mental illness. Her work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Doll Hospital, White Ash, Rising Phoenix, and others.
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