Sometimes when I really yearn for the future
I learn hard truths about the past.
The time went by so fast.
I thought I’d never bow to a man
Then I found one that humbles me.
I watched my mother dote on assholes.
I am constantly trying to get ahead
We don’t make the money we used to.
Lots of money lost to feeding my head.
So strong these days to resist the men’s gross gazing
Ready to stand tall and make them red.
I used to let them in my bed.
(Photo by Mother Ghost Photography)
Every time I awake
in the basking sun
I lounge, look over,
and mourn your absence
The art of losing you
is a daily battle
reminds me of putting the milk bowl down
for the dog that died last month
I offer my morning to your warmth
but you are long gone
a fading memory
All images created by Fedora el Morro for FedorasBox.com
I am incomplete. Our stories are partial. The work I create is both shameless and perpetual. It lacks conclusion and ignites inspiration. In order to enjoy these memories, you must experience them.
::Written by Fedora el Morro
:: Jan 27, 2012
:: Photo of Willow and Fedora by Curtis Joe Walker
I Once Dreamed of Freedom
I once was a child
who dreamed of freedom
so, I chose to be free.
I took my mind
and opened it up
like a flower in the sun
I took my heartbreak
from shatters on the floor
and made a
stained glass window
for the outside to shine through.
I spend my time
shaping my body
and fortifying my tissue
so that I could always
have the strength to run to you.
Poem by Fedora el Morro
Images of Fedora by Reed Carpenter and Isaac Suttell for Fedora’s Box.