Just my thoughts on where extreme political correctness might lead us.

how people view feminism is usually very hostile. That's it's more biased to women, rather than understanding that it is equality for men and women. This poem shows the difference and clarifies

A poem lamenting the violent protests happening in South Africa at the moment. While you can protest, please do it without hurting anyone.

Right now I am young but I fear for my country. I fear for the world. I fear for my future.

Dans un monde où les femmes n'ont rien le droit de faire, la liberté se réveille la nuit

Maybe a little political. More about the bullshit state of affairs in the world.

In complement to my story-in-progress, How Things Begin, about a young aristocrat forced into the world of revolution and socialist upheaval.

Enlightenment

Struggles of America

Tell a lie sir, a you will learn of your fate.

My thoughts on the way the world has turned recently and my prayer for humanity.

On Blair's lies and deception, in light of the Chilcot Report.

Have you ever felt as if your fight has been in vain, as if the war you're waging against what keeps you down is futile, as if every single time your efforts to move on are going to waste? Because when the smoke goes down and the fire is gone, the ashes are still there to remind us that the victorious feeling was only a drug to help us move on with our defeated lives...

Die Politik in der Bananen-Republik, Österreich...Deppenreich...

NWO? N.W.O.! Really? Yeah...

written for a class. frankenstein-inspired.

Brexit has taken over. I wrote this yesterday, full of emotion...

Reactive poem, Orlando Pulse shooting, queer woman.

The belief the truth wins over lies.

Behind the consequences.

A villanelle about a jury deliberating the fate of a man the rest of the world has already found guilty.

Тя монь васенце валмора Мокшень кяльса. Мон путыне сонь Английскяй разделти, сяс мес мокшень раздел аш. Ёран азомс оцю сюкпря Нумолонь Пилькти лездоманкса. This is my first poem in Moksha. I put this in the English section because there's no section for Moksha. Special thanks to my Moksha friend Numulunj Pilgä for helping me.

This is a pair of poems about the Sioux losing their sacred land due to the United States starvation strategy.

This is how I view the political situation in the US.

An adage on current events in Europe