Author: Sophea T. Amari

Sophea T. Amari

Not A Feminist

I don’t profess to be A feminist But a lover of humanity and what can be Liberosis, in the clasps of a tryst, Or whatever woebegone misery the world thrusts upon my heaving shoulders. I don’t profess to hate A patriarch But a lover of equality, equity And all that should be For I am …

Sophea T. Amari

N.41

Bliss and sweet escape His hallowed lips but nothing Changes what I hate.

Sophea T. Amari

N.95

He never said much My hands were all that he touched Beneath the black muck.

Sophea T. Amari

N.677

Despondently yours Pen, paper, ink, they write true The demon in you.

Sophea T. Amari

N.312

Fleur, fleur, joie de vivre The clock strikes one, two, three, dreams Kingdoms fall appeased.

Sophea T. Amari

N.286

There is a dark thing That leads me to fear our cries My own wrath, it dies.