Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head by

Quote I Loved

"Bless the type 4 child, scalp massaged with the milk of cruelty, cranium cursed, crushed between adult knees, drenched in pink lotion."

This poetry collection had me tearing up at times. this collection was a rumination on various lived experiences that, as a Black woman, felt familiar to me. The imagery was so vivid, and I'm definitely reading more of her work.

While in the shower, you break down.While you wash your body you realize it is not your body.And at the same time, it is the only body you have.

painfully beautiful poetry collection that genuinely left me breathless multiple times. tender and striking and raw. i don't know if i ever want to read this again and i mean that in the most positive way possible

I point to my body and say Oh, this old thing?No, I just slipped it on.