I met M.y.N.d. on a trip to Los Angeles. She was facing housing instability and a difficult situation at the time, and her struggle and resilience was apparent to me. In just a couple of hours we talked about everything from intersectional feminism to her intensely emotional poetry and her past. M.y.N.d. has written poetry since she was 12. When I read her poetry I knew her voice had to be heard. – Anisha Tammana
Poisonous wolf
The day I met u I jumped through hurdles of conclusions
not noticing I was braiding the rope u would use to strangle my emotions
navigate mindless eyes through a raging sea
do u even want what’s mine to give
nodding
choking
on the vapors coming from your pores
intoxicated by poisonous silence
I find comfort in my violence
the violinist in this symphonic masterpiece
the naked wolf….
Muffled mania
Flag down my mania
Tasmania tantrums
as I put things in perspective/ur eyes shut wide
can u see me
can u see me
on the front line
bravery slips into a flatline
my society rules
frustrated stressed
juice pressed
to impress
my heart breaks down the compression in my veins
let the gas mask muffle the cry in vain
