two poems on dolores

by Nadia Gerassimenko

Дарья Вдовенко

dolores becomes

we remember silence

while abusers scream

through it all.

we learned that

to protect

and perpetuate — 

become numb

to abuse and trauma.

but now we break our silence,

become a revolution.

become #ustoo.

Source: Page, E. (2017, November 10). Retrieved from Facebook.

dolores flowers

still i grew against all odds,

untrapped myself from vines and thorns

of your rootless hands, behind me.

before me lovely suns and waters

grounded me heartened, and so

i flowered amongst other little flowers.

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Nadia Gerassimenko is the founding editor of Moonchild Magazine and proofreader at Red Raven Book Design. She is a freelancer in editorial services by trade, a poet and writer by choice, a moonchild and nightdreamer by spirit. Twitter: @moonmoonmother