The Life History of My Sexuality
by Kylee Graham
When you feel the thunder in your thighs
Look up to the sky
And thank only yourself
For being brave enough to allow him passage through your lands
Given the last time you peeked through the gate
It was torn down
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They
Scorched the trees
Stoned the birds
Ate the flowers
And sucked the rivers dry
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C O L O N I Z I N G you
Selfishly
Turning lush forests into the Sahara
Yet
You flooded them out
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Now feel the cool trickle
Of his hands on your waist
The splash of lips, on your inner thigh
Notice the depth within you
The surge of water deep in your belly
Rushing, rushing, rising
Until it overflows.
For now let me drink your sweet nectar
But remember you decide when to turn off the faucet
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Kylee Graham is a graduate from Acadia University with a double major in biology and psychology, and currently studying at Atlantic Veterinary College working towards her DVM. In the little spare time that she has, she enjoys being active, spending time in nature, reading books and writing poetry. Her contact info is kgraham4491@upei.ca, or Instagram KyleeGraham15, where she will be sharing a separate page for her poetry in the near future!
Me Too
by Kylee Graham
‘Cause you think you’re so big and so tall
And us so scared and so small
But we’re not
We’re done hiding
We are rising
Does our truth hurt?
Hurt like those words
And your hands
Their stares and demands
That we did this to ourselves
It couldn’t possibly be their
Boss
Friend
Brother or lover
As long as they were admired and covered
By the strength of cowards
You showed us that there’s power in numbers
While then I’d be scared because while you all slumbered
In your thrones of entitlement and institutionalized security
We’ve been building bridges out of each other’s despair
Climbing mountains of self-worth
While you were so unaware
Of us pulling our sisters and brothers up too
Our voices now loud enough to shake your foundation
And cause you to fall, because without hesitation
We were forced to thread shame into the ends of our hair
And carry it with us
But not anymore
This conversation is so long overdue
But our time has come, we know this is true
As there are skeletons willing to rise from their graves
If it means justice finally coming our way
And shining light on all those who thought they could
Take what was not their’s
But now we are here and our numbers are strong
And we will build our own empire out of what was done wrong
Our first ruling order, is not a request
You WILL understand
No doesn’t really mean yes
It doesn’t matter the length of my dress
That your position doesn’t make my autonomy mean less
My body is not some quest for you to conquer
We are tired of shrinking ourselves just for you to be comfortable
Times up
Your rule is over, this is our kingdom now
And so we ask
Does our truth hurt?
Rape Culture
by Kylee Graham
