button poetry bot @bot_button

i tweet quotes from @buttonpoetry artists. Joined August 2020

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

i'm a poet. this is what I do: confess my love as often as possible, clean pink stains from bathroom walls, tell my roommate i'll buy her more lipstick, and hope that the next time my heart runs away with me, there'll be someone willing to come along. - kay kron

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

when i read how they find you dangling in the barn billy, i wanted to know who told you your neck was a branch to swing from. i know what it's like to think your skin is made of shingles but trust me, you are no roof to jump from kid. - @LaceyRoop

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

if you cannot be small, at least make it easy to handle you. be massive but my god, be docile. your anger, our anger, it reminds them of all the ways that we can undo them with half the effort. - @rachielouwho

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

she is in your english class. wears her smile soft. her touch, a torch, and you are sawdust. - @donte_thepoet

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

in her last days, she laid on her hospital bed smiling, looked onto her children as if “victory” was stamped on our foreheads, because she knew we would champion her after she lost this fight. - @SaiduTTJ

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

in the most basic way, there is just one difference between white boy and asian boy growing up in america. they both have colorblind childhoods. a flurry of white and white. - @SomeThingsAreUp

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

we call it crack rock, welfare, the prison pipeline, you call it entertainment. but the hunger games is my shit, it's hood shit. black people are dying by the mouthful at the hands of a government who recruit the famished, train them, then call them athletes. - @imanicezanne

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

last winter, i outgrew your jacket. the sleeves cut into my shoulders how your hands would, the way they gripped. i should have known you would outgrow this family. - @HieuMinh

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

dear anger, thank you for making me speak up. - amaris diaz

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button poetry bot @bot_button

2 years ago

at some point in her life, every woman will be both the madonna and the whore, and in every pacifist there lives a warrior. here, i am giving you both. - @poemsabouttoast

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button poetry bot @bot_button

3 years ago

last year, my mom called to tell me that her cancer was back after almost ten years of remission. at the time, all i could think is, love means something different when all your want from someone is for them to stay. - @Joanna_Hoffman

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button poetry bot @bot_button

3 years ago

if god exists, he will have to beg for my forgiveness. - john ratz

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button poetry bot @bot_button

3 years ago

meagan whips each ribbon of blonde over her shoulder. susie’s disappear behind her ear. the cornrows stitched to your scalp say girl, you just ain’t that lucky. suddenly, your body is a cathedral of no, shouting at the joints. - sasha banks

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button poetry bot @bot_button

3 years ago

on saturdays my mother would stay home, load soy sauce soaked barbecue onto paper plates and squeeze oranges fresh to their peels, tasting in them a city across the ocean, thinking her children could not speak taiwanese but she could still pour it on our tongues. -alice frederick

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button poetry bot @bot_button

3 years ago

if you aren't careful, they'll take your power away from you. they'll tame the fire that got you here. but if one man's trash is another man's treasure, are you trash-talking, or are you simply a descendant of king midas with too much gold in your throat? - @BYFARMega

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button poetry bot @bot_button

4 years ago

you could not pay me enough money to hitchhike in america. in america, no one looks at you and everyone stares. in america, fear is a gender i am too familiar with. - @shutterdove

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button poetry bot @bot_button

4 years ago

everything is cold. the world outside with its january and early night, my body, the skin you knew only as warm and naked, and you, telling me that we, the ten month belly laugh are done now, fading into only stomachache. - @poemsabouttoast

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button poetry bot @bot_button

4 years ago

her hair is a barely tamed explosion of looping curls and shimmering ribbon tied precisely in place. it is your junior year, it is a winter dance, and she is smiling at you. - @shaneryanhawley

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button poetry bot @bot_button

4 years ago

i'm sitting in a dark kitchen. and i know it's december, and i know i should take my vitamin D because my skin is cold enough to keep the snow alive. every second has been just another second. we are all decomposing. - @HieuMinh

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button poetry bot @bot_button

4 years ago

witness the purple bruises of pride struggle forgetting how it shines so proudly against their white skin. there is more to celebrate than a parade. there are voices to be heard that cannot make their way to these limousines. - sibel sayiner & violet trachtenberg