Tasha Bovain

Bubbling Defiance

Be happy like champagne,
Refusing to go flat,
It bubbles with disdain.

Mimic the unruly,
It shows no dignity,
It bounces unduly.

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I didn’t know how to be held
without gathering my things
while he slept.

My bones learned distance
before they learned trust.

At ten, composure was survival—
stacked ribs, toes pointed forward.

Softening was dangerous
for women with wild hearts.

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For the woman whose faith has grown weary, yet she persists:

Don’t rush your becoming.
Savor it like a scoop of ice cream.
Treasure it like a kiss.

Live each day as a prayer,
a communion between your old self,
and the woman you’re becoming.

Treat your journey as holy ground.

#micropoem #poetry

Everything felt like an accident—
jobs, relationships, even my own body.

My mind committed.
My body resisted.

I felt every mistake stirring
alongside the tumor in my body.

Maybe “accidents” aren’t accidents,
but warnings we silence.

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The fire made her flesh
and bone.
She felt the singe of fear,
battled the mythical dragon
of self sacrifice.
The flames
became her salvation.

Use your pain to fuel your art.
Let it spark to your becoming.

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I felt a stomping in me,
the drumbeat of ancestors,
trauma shed,
truth released.

I felt a stomping in me,
beliefs unraveling,
body shame breaking skin,
dance floor birthing
freedom within.

What beliefs are you shedding this season so you can rise in 2026?

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I play catch with regret,
tossing blame back and forth.

It’s a standoff—
self-doubt intervenes,
forcing me to apologize
for my singleness,
my childlessness,
my emotional nakedness.

But regret doesn’t own me.
I owe it nothing.

What does regret try to make you apologize for?

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Expectations became
weapons.

Opinions hurled at me
ricocheted,
piercing their own chests.

The bully in the mirror
locked inside
Pandora’s box.

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Women in cages
in cul-de-sacs
swallow silence.

Sorrow stains their cheeks.
Masks hide their faces.

I stand behind glass houses,
digging graves,
praying I won’t break.

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I enter my room
Then stand with a spoon in hand
Blank look on my face

#adhd #haiku

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I’ll go out dancing
like a falling autumn leaf
spinning in the breeze

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I’ll go out singing
like wind through the trees, taking
my secrets with me

#haiku #senryu

After so much grief,
the only thing I can survive
is distance.

I’m so used to leaving myself,
deporting my body,
I’m not sure I know
how to stay.

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I miss the version of me who survived months without validation, who didn't crave scraps of admiration like candy.

I hunger for the woman obsessed with her own company, floating in the current of her becoming.

She returns in fragments, legs dangling like an old doll.

Still, she comes.

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CW: SA

The sight of the hotel
Where you pinned me down
#Panic as memory returns
Every morning heart torn

Same fear when we’re in
A room together, waiting
Neatly knowing that a shoe will drop
Even though they say you’re doing better

It’s the same damn panic attack

#emoetry #freeform #poetry

The first time I met beauty
was under a man’s gaze—
his hunger crawling up my neck,
his pulse racing,
hands plastered across my face.

Screams pushed through my lungs
to deaf ears,
to a fierce tongue.

Beauty felt like a mystery.
And a curse.

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Your heart split into two: 
before love, after heartbreak. 
Devastation’s parting gift. 
Eyes unmuted. 

No more fairy tales, 
only brave steps 
through love’s fire. 

No one can break your shell 
without becoming a ghost. 

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I trace freedom with my fingers. Sticky and warm, I jut out my tongue to taste it. Then men in suits, with perfectly manicured nails, slap it from my hands and tell me I’m not qualified to want beyond what they’ve chosen for me.

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For within my fears
I only find my own
internal rejections

and within my
internal fears I only find
my externalized rejections

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Disapproval followed us,
from kitchen
to church
to work.
Our hands reached for understanding,
but were met with bulldozers of tradition.

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You were the perfect enemy,
cleverly disguised.

Maybe you were never a man at all—
just the devil dancing with me
under the New York City streetlights.

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Now not
The time
For reinvigoration
Quite contraire
But rather for
Retreat and
Letting go
The twilight
Of the season
Gently calling
All creatures
Back to the den
That slumber
Might be
Embraced
And the past
Quietly
Forgotten

#vss365
#reinvigorate
#poetry

The rage we couldn't name
came out in naked bodies,
disjointed legs.

What becomes of the little girl
trapped inside the grown
woman's body?

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I don’t crave a body… I crave a bond, where silence is understood, glances are scriptures, and love breathes between the lines…..

I used to need men
to tell me I was beautiful,
to dig through my unworthiness
and feed me compliments.

Then, I met God
in my reflection—
the only woman
to love me unconditionally.

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Body shame was a family heirloom; curves became curses. In midlife, I hold still beneath my gaze and turn my body into art.

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A woman listening in the dark isn't excluded because there's no room at the table. She just hasn't realized she's meant to build her own boardroom.

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It took four months of dating
for him to kiss me.

He pressed his lips into mine,
and lit up my ghastly parts.

But an hour into our first date,
my gut clenched,
my eyes swelling when he laughed,
as I watched flags
wave in the distance.

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I am learning to seek my own reflection,
to choose self-possession over self-sacrifice.
I fall into my own arms like a distant lover,
stroke the sides of my face
until loneliness loses touch.

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There are many ways a woman leaves her body—
saying yes when she means no,
dimming her glow to be loved.
But we can choose self-possession over sacrifice.
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