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17/10/2025

once upon a garden
where no one was looking
a little yellow dandelion
opened her face to the sky

she was bright as the sun
small but brazen
and she beamed
even when the mower
came rumbling

children saw her first
they crouched close
sticky fingers brushing her petals
whispering "you’re pretty"

but the grown-ups
shook their heads
“it’s just a w**d”
they said

and they sprayed
and they stomped
and they never said
“thank you”

still
she grew
she turned her face
through rain
and wind
and the muddy silence
of being unloved

and when her yellow crown
grew tired
she folded inward
then opened again
round and silver and soft

a moon
right there in the grass
she did not shine anymore
she glowed
and no one saw it
except the children
and the bees
and the breeze
who told her
“it’s time”

so she let go

one by one
her pieces took flight
white-winged stars
wishes in search of breath

some tangled playfully
in wind-kissed hair
some landed
on the jeweled wings
of hummingbirds
some hitched a ride
on the knees of tipsy bees
some flew so far
no one ever knew
where they landed
but each one carried
a hope
a wish
a weensy wand of yes

so if today
you feel like a w**d
something unwanted
growing wild
and unappreciated
in the wrong place
remember the dandelion
who began as a sun
became a moon
and ended as stars

magic
doesn’t always look
the way people expect
sometimes it hides in w**ds
sometimes
it hides in you

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Poem ⓒ my new book "The Fragile and the Fierce" AVAILABLE HERE: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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04/10/2025

01/10/2025

they polished her into porcelain
took the mud from her toes
the wind from her hair
the hunger from her belly
they dressed her in blue silence
called her "Blessed"
but meant "Obedient"
meant "Contained"
meant "Keep Your Legs Crossed and Eyes Lowered"

because a woman who chooses
where to place her love
her body
her power
that kind of woman
cannot be controlled

so they made her a virgin
because a woman untouched is easier
to place on a pedestal
than one who’s tasted the divine
in the heat of her own skin

but I want to meet the Mary
with fire on her lips
the Mary who said yes
not to duty
but to desire

I want the Mary
whose thighs welcomed the holy
not through immaculate mystery
but through the sacred act of embodiment—
through a sacred yes
that trembled with courage
and moaned with freedom

what if she wasn’t picked
like a prize for being pure?
what if she chose to birth revolution
not because it was foretold
but because she believed
the world was worthy of love?

why do they need her a virgin?
because if she was fully woman
fully alive
fully blood and bone and pleasure
then everything the church told us
about obedience and shame
falls apart
like stale communion wafers

they fear a Mary who says
my holiness is not in my silence
it’s in my song
it’s in my stretch marks
it’s in my thighs and my laugh
and the moment I decided
to bring life into this wild world
because I wanted to

what if
every woman knew
what if
every girl in every pew knew
that they are holy in their choosing
sacred in their loving
divine in their yes
and powerful in their no?

Mary wasn’t made holy by abstaining
she was holy because she was Mary
because she dared to carry the fire
because she said yes to love
on her terms
and so do you

so rise
you holy creatures
you fierce Marys in combat boots
in lipstick
in pajamas
in protest
your body
is not a sin to manage
it’s a prayer in motion
and it is already
divine
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poem © Sullins from my new book "Unmasking a Myth" SHIPPING NOW: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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21/09/2025

I tripped over my dreams
again last night
all scattered like wild confetti
across the floor
of what-I-thought-I-was-supposed-to-be.

They say you’re supposed
to stay on the path,
but no one mentions
how much magic
lives in the detour.

I once
followed the “should” so well
I forgot the sound
of my own soul laughing.
But oh how it cracked up
the first time I fell
face-first
into the mess
and found stardust
in the mud.

Love pie,
you are not broken.
You are brilliantly bent.
Twisted
by the winds of becoming,
cracked by light
so it could spill through.
What you thought
was a stumble
was the earth shifting
to show you
where your roots belonged.

Mistakes?
Ha.
They’re just the universe
trying to get your attention
with louder colors.
That heartbreak?
Led you to the poem.
That wrong turn?
Put you under the sky
just as it opened with fireflies.
That failure?
It tore the false
from your hands
and gave you something
real to hold.

You were never meant
to walk a straight line.
You were meant to dance,
to swerve,
to fly sideways
into a life
more honest
than the one you planned.

So bless the missteps.
Kiss the detours.
Thank every no,
every loss,
every beautifully botched attempt
for leading you here,
where the map ends
and the magic begins.

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Poem ⓒ Angi Sullins from my new book "The Fragile and the Fierce" AVAILABLE HERE: https://angisullins.com/shop-3-2/

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