Author Archives: Melanie Laura

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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My Non-Verbal learning Disability Wouldn’t Let me Say No

My essay about consent, disability and my orientation, went live on The Establishment this week! This piece discusses the way my Selective Mutism and Non-Verbal Learning Disability intersect and there is discussion of assault. https://theestablishment.co/my-non-verbal-learning-disability-wouldnt-let-me-say-no-663b999c2049#.7f90ueyub  

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Lessons on Lemonade: Why Are You Afraid of Love?

My essay on inter-generational trauma, emotional labor and femininity/masculinity, and other themes that came up for me after watching BeyoncĂ©’s Lemonade, went live on The Establishment yesterday. This is my first paid piece and I’m very proud of it 😉 … Continue reading

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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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Mirror Limit

Now it’s nearly Valentine’s Day
and I am painted red with your hands
and your splitting chest
soon you will be sliced open and closed back up Continue reading

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Bubble wrap

I could not taste you close, when you first fed you were brown and beige colored memory then nearly four years later, we met again between Fort Greene stares my rolled up hair and my fingers numb I was cold … Continue reading

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