Day 23: Snow White: As told by the ‘Evil Queen’ ~ Alyah Al Aswad
in a land where beauty was measured by how little melanin
villagers had in their skin, and God was thought to be a white neon light
dangling from the universe’s ceiling;
The whitest of men got crowned a king.
He wedded the whitest of women;
from which he had one little girl,
so bleached, he named her Snow White.
Snow White was a narcissistic bitch.
She was brought up to believe that her skin could was the Holy Grail;
a throne to the world so undeserving of men.
She turned tailors into fashion designers
and made them make ugg boots.
Her mother developed a sickness of the heart,
which ended her life at a young age.
The King was a kind man;
a man who did not believe in racial injustice.
After years, he looked to marry a woman of color;
white as he is, he wanted to expose his daughter to people of color,
because it was unacceptable that she goes on believing her skin
gives her an advantage over peasants.
So I was picked to get married to him.
It was a controversial matter,
I undergone medical tests under the instruction of
Royal Family to prove I wasn’t a fake piece of body art
or worse yet; a hyena.
We got married.
Snow White could not stand see a woman of color succeeding her late mother.
I began feeling insecure about my looks.
In an attempt to remedy that; the King bought me a mirror that speaks;
that was meant to encourage me to go on.
The mirror was as racist as its maker, so it didnt help.
The king then banished Snow White into the forest
so she can learn how to appreciate nature and God.
Her ugg boots got tattered
and she rather be a vegetable than barefoot.
A 100 years later,
the world was as racist as it is now.
A White prince discovered Snow White,
and chose to make her his wife.
Day 6: writing prompt
Write for 20 minutes without editing using the sense of black and white vision, as in film or photographs. The piece can have a historical or nostalgic feel, surreal, or futuristic.
Submissions are encouraged and appreciated.
Lifelong ~ Shaloma Campbell (submission day 4: 30/30 challenge)
My life is made up of seconds
That stretches into eternity
I can close my eyes and see every detail clearly
Painfully remember your hands as they stroked my flesh
Silently trying to commit homicide to the girl within
Murder her innocence; kill her joy before she had a chance to fully understand what the word meant
I remember closing my eyes and praying that the floor wasn’t crying beneath the weight of your body
That you weren’t coming into my room and that you wouldn’t touch me there
That you’d had your fill of me
Remember that we were family and that this is no way to show love
My life is made up of empty spaces
Blank sections eroded by time and darkened with the shadow of memory
Conflicted by deafening screams that never left my quivering lips
I am silenced by fear and uncertainty
Scared to breathe
My life is made up of joy
That stretches into eternity
Which will last a lifetime
I’ve met someone who believes in second chances
That loves every broken piece of me
Sees the sunshine in my teardrops and the courage in my smile
knows the exact pitch of my laugh and the hue of my eyes
My life is made up of loving ME
Submission by Alysia Harris (Day 3: 30/30 Challenge)
The distance between two points increases over time
Like the distance between the crest of your ear and the tip of your ear lobe
It never stops growing.
People don’t live to 120 because by then our ears would be down to our shoulders and aliens would mistake us for elephants
I remember like an elephant does
I grope the lonely bones
In my trunk hands
But can never pick them up
Or clutch them to my chest.
I have the urge to remember you now
But I wont
I will kill you in the throws of my thoughts
You will be buried in a savannah
And no one will miss you
Not even the sun or the earth that you tread
Under your feet all the days of your life.
People will see me toasting a glass of port
In a cozy café with ripe banana colored walls
In an obscure neighborhood of paris
Im wearing a fascinator
Or a felt cloche hat
I’m smoking your last cigarette
Only because you cant even breath anymore
And I look damn good in this lighting.
My face is clear of zits and pimples
And my eyes sparkle like the wine
In a man’s eyes.
i wanted you to see the scars
and pitfalls ive swallowed
my stomach like a unpaved road
and there are miles between us.
But there are some places you carry with you
Like the address of the first house you lived in
Where your dog died , where you wanted to bury him
But your parents knew whoever would be buying
Wouldn’t want dead Scrappy in the backyard
She’d want to grow a garden, full of white gardenias.
She’d want her children to run barefoot
Over his grave.
She would hate the idea of maggots.
But we, you and me, we don’t hate maggots
As much we hate fear.
As much I hate the fear in your voice
When you just couldn’t tell me
You found yourself wanting something else.
It sounded like a dull bayonet meeting flesh
Like at least have the decency to be sharp.
But no matter. No life lost.
I walked away from that battlefield
With my two arms and two legs
With all my hair caught in a plastic bag.
With all my comic books in serial order.
I’ll say we passed each other
Like two bullets from Union and confederate soldiers
We blew each other kisses as we sank
Into the gut of some unsuspecting lover.
I might even say I felt their blood splatter on my face.
You felt it too. We never wiped off the stain.
We like maggots.
I don’t know where you are right now or what you are doing
I hope its beautiful. I hope its fearless.
I hope there are white curtains flanking an open window
I hope you get up slow from her side
Like a train leaving a gorgeous city.
I hope you are naked
And in front of the window
And I hope the salt from the air
Dries with the sweat on your forearms.
I hope together they form a seabed.
I for my part will be here
In sweats dreaming up grand thoughts
For the ex lovers and their lovers.
My fingers will not forget your face
Though they will grow long roots
Into a novel one day and will not be able to pull themselves out again
To grace a cheek like yours.
I’ll be wearing unforgettable heels
in a pumpkin hash colored jacket
with my hair falling right below my chin.
I still won’t have taken to drinking lattes or scotches
But I will have done shrooms and smoked weed a few more times since then.
I’ll be older and alone and desireably thin
And you’ll be heavier carrying the full weight of fatherhood in your face
But what the hell. Who cares?
All I need is a pen and blood to be happy.
And you need a whole lot more than that.
30 pieces in 30 days - Writing Prompts
I wanted to share my 30 most favorite writing prompts. (This is in response to brokenchickenwings’ request).
I’ve been away for very long, I feel quite bogus posting here again, but anyhow…i’ve been busy, been overworked, been travelling, been dealing with a break up, been meeting strangers, been liking someone, been compiling more life substance to write about.
So, beginning of this upcoming month, I’ll be announcing my 30-day-poem/prose a day month. I will use the prompts below, and will alternate between freewriting and poetry prompts.
Each day, I’ll post my piece for the day and will also post next day’s prompt. I’m accepting submissions! So if you’re interested, feel free to share your pieces.
(I would prefer pieces to have an LGBT theme, if possible, but its just a suggestion. Sure, straight poems are accepted as well.)
so here we go…
Free Writing Prompts
1. Write for 15 minutes using the following phrase as your first line.
“After the door shuts and the footsteps die…”
2. Use the following phrase as a focal point to write from:
“The stain will not come out…”
3. Write for 20 minutes (without editing) using the following prompt:
“The distance between two points increases over time.”
4. Write for 20 minutes using the following prompt:
“My life is made up of seconds…”
5. Write for 20 minutes in any style using “Flowers for Ann” as the title.
6. Write for 20 minutes without editing using the sense of black and white vision, as in film or photographs. The piece can have a historical or nostalgic feel, surreal, or futuristic.
7. Write for 20 minutes (without editing) in any style using this as your starter: “In the event of an emergency…” Consider writing with humor.
8. Write for 20 minutes, (without editing) in any style using: “My last memory of…” Consider writing something surreal.
9. Write for 20 minutes starting with “The gypsy reads the tea leaves” or, “The First Time I Saw the Circus”.
10. Write for 20 minutes using the letter “x” as your starter.
11. Write for 20 minutes using the following as your title or starting phrase: “Consider Blasphemy”
12. Write for 20 minutes using the following as your starter: “Hello Coffee…”
13. Write for 20 minutes using the following as your starter: “Pancakes”
1. Write a poem that describes a walk through a house from the perspective of a child.
2. Write a poem that starts with a one word title, two words in the first line, three in the next, and continues by adding one word per line. (Variation: use as a prose exercise.)
3. Write a poem using the following start: “What good is a day…”
4. Write a poem with a seasonal theme.
5. Write a poem using “Writers Anonymous” as your title. (Or, “Hi My Name Is?”
6. Write a poem using the title, “Love Poem Number 137”.
7. Write to your pain: “Dear Pad of My Thumb, Will you kindly stop hurting? It is very hard for me to stir a pot or write a poem when you hurt like this…
8. Let your pain write back to you: “Dear Liesl, if you would lay off the text messaging and playing minesweeper it would help me a lot, then you can write your poem or stir pot…”.
9. Write to your hurting country, city or community, as a variation on the theme. Take the dialogue as far as it goes, then distill the essence. See if you can arrive at a fresh insight about what ails you and yours.
10. Take fairy tale and rewrite it from the viewpoint of another character. For example, use the wolf to tell the story of Little Red Riding Hood.
11. Write about a family secret.
12. Write about someone waiting for something.
13. Take any object out of your bag or pocket or purse. Speaking in first person AS THE OBJECT, answer the following questions (in any order): What is your favorite thing?
14. What are you scared of? What is your secret? What is your wish for the future?
15. Begin with, “This is not the last poem I will write…”
16. Elide (strike out) the Junk: Take a piece of junk mail and black out most of the words so that what remains is a poem.
17. Choose one set of poetry prompts and then write a poem using all the words in the list. If you’re feeling up to the challenge, then try to write a single poem using all the words from all the lists.
· knee caps
· inner thigh
· desk chair
· coffee mug
· foot steps
· picket fence