If childbirth is what our bodies are “made for,” (a claim made by both misogynists and possibly well-meaning feminists), why do we need medical intervention in order to survive it? Our body’s goal, first and foremost, is to survive, despite constant insistence from all sides that our purpose is to reproduce.

And the Brooklyn rain Shoes soaked straight through Once an island, now a hurricane

This is a poem that I read aloud during an event to honor the women we are, and the women in our lives: Her son went off to Jerusalem To find that holiest of grails And this woman couldn’t help but feel that in raising him she’d failed

My stepmother told me, “It’s better to have no friends than bad friends,” but there were times when I couldn’t really agree. There were rumors, there was intrigue, there was jealousy, bullying, shunning, passive aggressiveness. It was often directed at me, and because of my open and trusting nature, I usually had no idea why.

I never considered myself anti immigration but the way the government just moved almost 100,000 migrants here with no plans on how to integrate them into the city except “the tax payers will house them” makes no sense to me. 20,000 of those migrants are unvaccinated children.

What she doesn’t understand is that I don’t believe in forgiveness without accountability, that just because I’m not silent about the things that were done to me, that continue to be done to me, that I’m burdened by my rage. What she also doesn’t understand is that my rage is not a burden, but rather a gift. As women, we can either drown in our rage, or be fueled by it. I choose the latter.

Toxic positivity has become rampant in spiritual spaces. I watched it happen in real time as a former classmate of mine, someone who bullied me relentlessly all through elementary and middle school but who I later became close with, bought into being a “star seed” and started hosting cacao ceremonies after spending time in South America.

This is a poem that I wrote about my friend Ricky, who died of an overdose many years ago. The thumbnail is the memento, a book that he stole from someone and gifted to me. It’s the only thing I have left of him except some files containing his music, which hurts to listen to. It was a New Orleans winter You were always just a splinter in my side

Jane Austen may be one of the most famous and significant authors in history. Her books have touched so many people, especially women, since she wrote them. But was Jane Austen a feminist?

It is unknown how many women were tortured and murdered during the European witch hunts, but it is estimated to be in the hundreds of thousands or even millions, when the population of Europe was much smaller than it is now.