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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!

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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

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