My Name is Pronounced ‘Revolution’

i trace america's outline on a map, flinch when i reach the thirteen. a single prick on my fingertip. a single drop of blood falls. (the shape of a dog bares its teeth) another drop of blood falls. (the shape of a crow tilting its head) america has stood on my back and jumped, the … Continue reading My Name is Pronounced ‘Revolution’

Leopard Print

When someone talks about leopard print, one would think high fashion, cat walk or maybe even a-lister, but that is not the kind of leopard print I want to talk about today. I am talking about leopard print on a human body, from the face all the way down to the legs, I am talking … Continue reading Leopard Print

I am Sick and Tired

I am sick and tired of trying to fit in this paradigm that was erected in a manner that has no consideration for my being even a glitch. I am sick and tired that in my own country I can not live my life to fullest, sick and tired that every time I apraise my … Continue reading I am Sick and Tired

Beauty is A State of Mind

When I was about ten or eleven years old, I became overly conscious of my body and the lens through which the world saw it. Arguably, everyone deals with fluctuations in their self-esteem, particularly in regards to body image and especially during puberty, a confusing time of uncertainty and change. But this was bigger than … Continue reading Beauty is A State of Mind

Perpetual Home | A Pro-Choice Poem

I was once told, that my body is my only perpetual home One that I rightfully and eternally supposedly own. A home in which I paint the walls whatever colors I want And plant whatever flowers I choose to display up front. My home where I express myself, My life choices, plans, future, and health. … Continue reading Perpetual Home | A Pro-Choice Poem

Uterus Support: A Letter to Some of My Dudes

I sent this to many of the cis-het men I know. One of them (thanks, Mordecai!) asked me to make it a Medium post so he could share it. Thank you, Sharon Dolan for the inspiration. Hi, my cis-het dude friends and family! How are you doing? Great, I hope! So, as well-informed, thoughtful people, … Continue reading Uterus Support: A Letter to Some of My Dudes

My Raw Thoughts On Depression

Depression. You and I were once close. And it's so ironic that you were the one who hurt me the most. And I don't mean to boast, but I'm doing better without you. There's nothing you could say or do to bring me back to a place of misery. 'Cause look, look what it did … Continue reading My Raw Thoughts On Depression

You are Never Too Little to Make a Difference

My name is Havana Chapman-Edwards and I am 8 years old. I am here today because sometimes democracy looks like disagreement. I can’t sit in my classroom learning about our government when the government isn’t taking my future seriously. I am here because the world right now is not a peaceful place. Right now there are … Continue reading You are Never Too Little to Make a Difference

Trigger Warning

At 13, she is already held responsible if her shoulders are showing in school, she is sent home on behalf of the boys who are distracted. She grew up like this. By 16, it’s supposedly her fault if she wore the wrong skirt, drank too much, made a mistake. What did she think would happen? … Continue reading Trigger Warning

An Affirmation to Black Girls

Hello, mother, Hello, friend, Hello, sister, How you been? I love you so much. You’re so strong and so kind and so sweet. Your melanin mixes so well with your bright white teeth. Your high cheekbones And chocolate brown skin Greets me, warms me, and welcomes me To a world of knowing. For all we … Continue reading An Affirmation to Black Girls