kimia madani

writer | poetess | mermaid | hurricane

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Sylvia By Kimia Madani

Sylvia By Kimia Madani

Sylvia

I held hands with your ghost all through my seventeen, guided by your words, a balm to my corroded soul

Take me through the crushing tides of seventeen A deep and sumptuous thing, this cake you fed me Normally I would spit it back out—

the sugared decadence of a thousand years of patriarchy. But Anne said, They took you from me With all the bells ringing

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wrote this for Sylvia Plath when I was seventeen and pissed off at the patriarchy. (some things never change) 🥀 thank you for the feature Rising Phoenix 🖤

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and know that one day, you’ll be able to put it down. 🖤

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Women are wildfires, hurricanes, earthquakes. There’s a reason storms are named after us. There’s a reason that for years they’ve tried to tame our wildness.

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There’s always going to be a little part of me that likes my sadness, that laughs too loudly and stomps where I should tiptoe, that loves with a reckless and messy abandon. There’s always going to be a part of me that revels in darkness, that wants nothing more than to hold hands with my own heartbeat as I walk alone through another foggy night in San Francisco.

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fully and wonderfully and cosmically, wildly and tumultuously, intrinsically and whimsically my own Belong // from ‘The Luminary’

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Wilted flowers and empty wine bottles, today’s tribute to human decay. Roses used as bookmarks, a thorny overgrowth, and mythical Persephone’s immeasurable want for Death. Though every year her mother’s light brings Spring and growth and life, part of her will forever ache to be with Hades in the dark.

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Recognizing your power is not the same as staying in it, especially in times of suffering or hardship. Know this. Hold onto this.

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If someone can’t or won’t give you the things that you want in love, you’ve got to give those things to yourself. Do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Travel to the places you’ve forever dreamed of and talked about and never gone. No one can take away the gifts you give yourself. So that when someone comes along, finally, who does want to give you the world, you can say — firmly, with an open heart but lessons learned — “Actually, I’ve built my own. But you’re welcome to join me in it.”

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To the women who refuse to take no for an answer. To the ones who are told they’re “too much” of this or “not enough” of that, and instead of letting that phase them, let it spur them on. To the women who exercise a fierce and powerful and unstoppable vulnerability that shimmers in every single move they make. To the women who are taking back the world. Their world. And building a better one, one in which every day is International Women’s Day.

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There are those who will never really see you, no matter how tall you stand, no matter how long your shadow. But what does it matter unless you let that obscure the way you see yourself?

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I’ve let you go

as lightly and gracefully as I can

so that I can hold onto me

with a less shaky hand

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Sometimes. 💫

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Kicking ass, taking names & casting spells ✨🔮 I’ve got a talisman or two up my sleeve... Happy Virgo full moon babes 🖤 this grounding energy is leaving me feeling extra inspired and ready to shed old mental patterns and emotional baggage I’ve been carrying for far too long. I know this isn’t normally what I post on this account, but I never feel more creatively invigorated than I do during a full moon...

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Don’t fear what makes you human: Go after it with open arms. Chase it to the end of your days, if you must. Follow the magic in life; the whimsical, the weird, the unexpected. Relentlessly pursue the things that make your soul hum and buzz.

What makes you come alive? What rings so bright and loud and luminous that everything else dims and grows quiet? That’s what you should be reaching for. Reach and grow and stumble and get back up again, but whatever you do, don’t stop looking for that, and don’t let anyone or anything stand in the way.

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“Sometimes I think I was a supernova in a past life. I carried the light, once — wretched Prometheus” // excerpt of a poem called Supernova, from ‘The Luminary’

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And if they tell you you're too much, promise me this: You will rail against them with everything you have. You will not be silenced. You will not be afraid. You will not apologize for the depth of your emotions, because it's what's made you who you are today. You're a force of fucking nature, babe. They can't tame a hurricane.

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like a good little poet should . . .