By Anic Ulrope
You’re probably just jerking off to this
By the way, I’ve seen
of your try hardness
The wonder and worry, of
if you are worthy
a husband, to my mother is gone
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You, the cuck
Anic is a free thinker. A reader of obscure fiction. A writer of selfish convictions and harsh truths. When she is not reading or writing, she is selling books and roller skating, simultaneously if possible. Her writing background is a mixture of public-school English literature teachers, journaling, and collecting dreams, visions and thoughts since she was seven years old.
Her poetry holds space for subjects such as but never limited to mental health, sex, femininity, race, and individuality. She is currently exploring African ancestry and the complex consciousness that generates the African diaspora within American society.