Author Archives: Melanie Laura

‘You Had No Father, You Had The Armor’

I wrote about inherited trauma and the way my relationships with my brother and father informed my attraction to men. This piece began writing me last summer after I listened to Jay Z’s album, 4:44. Here is an excerpt: I … Continue reading

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What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love

You will learn that love is not about whips and if you believe in a God, you will come to realize that your belief comes from love and all that comes from love will come back to you in the shape of love. Continue reading

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Dear You (Who Isn’t Ready For Me)

in all of my openings there is a silent space a width that expands or a come hither or the larger part of the most honest part of me and it spells ‘yes’ like lips parting and breath leaving or … Continue reading

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Loss For Words: Selective Mutism And The Complexity Of Sexual Assault

My essay about consent, disability and my orientation, went live on The Establishment this week! Here’s an excerpt: I know I will never like boys the way I am supposed to when I become suffocated by his head and arms. … Continue reading

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Why Are You Afraid of Love?

I wrote about inter-generational trauma, emotional labor and femininity and masculinity after watching BeyoncĂ©’s Lemonade. This piece went live on The Establishment yesterday. It’s my first paid piece and I’m very proud of it 😉 Here’s an excerpt: I will … Continue reading

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Letters Home

What black lies in white with brown smudges?
what hands lie in wait for mixing colors?
I want to paint blue in front of you
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Longer Around

I’m rounded and warm on the table
a solid bowl for you
in the wake of your flesh leak, I think mostly of your eyes
the outline of the space between your give and my bite
or the shadow that follows the shape of you, when you’re facing me
now I am out and over, with a spoon
ready to be slapped or served to you Continue reading

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