We Are Not The Same by Valerie Parente
Worst case scenario for him
is he gets named.
Worst case scenario for her
is she gets shamed
is forever maimed
has a psychotic break
never again feels safe
and is irreparably changed.
We are not the same.
– Valerie Parente (9-29-2026)
Inkling by Valerie Parente
Since I was a little girl
I never really had a type
instead I had an inkling
a vision in my third eye
it didn’t have an opinion
about what I currently liked
what it had was a mission
a mission to remind
a hint from the future
telling me what I would find
and when I finally saw it
I was able to recognize
its flow like poetry
beyond reason and rhyme
like an answer to a prayer
except I was the shrine
because a part of my higher self
unconstrained by the flow of time
was able to reach down
and give me subtle signs
and I was crazy enough
to believe they were right.
You can call it self-fulfilling
you can say it’s unjustified
but it was an inkling
a cursive I would write
intentional and meaningful
nothing short of design
and I had to experience the world
in front of my eyes
to discover that fate
was really just insight.
– Valerie Parente (9-27-2026)
Undying Wish by Valerie Parente
The best thing you can do
for the loved ones you lose
is live the very best life
you’re able to.
– Valerie Parente (9-19-2026)
Smile!
by Valerie Parente
Why does he care
if I smile
without caring
about what makes me smile?
Something about the curvature of my mouth
makes him feel better about himself.
They say this is a man’s world
and this man’s world is burning
but if I can’t smile on command
that’s more concerning
because then we would have to address
that this world is inadequate
but they want us complacent
so they tell us to fake it
but by all means, it’s reprehensible
if a woman doesn’t smile against her will.
– Valerie Parente (9-18-2026)
Kintsugi by Valerie Parente
I am still beautiful
even though I am broken
paint these cracks you see
with something golden.
When I broke
it was really an opportunity
for something valuable
to seep inside of me.
My life is richer
because of my flaws
dying pristine and perfect
would mean I didn’t get too far.
– Valerie Parente (9-7-2026)
Vigil by Valerie Parente
I mourn all the art
that doesn’t see the light of day.
I mourn all the words
that go unread on a page.
I mourn all the means of expression
that get stifled within.
I mourn all the girls who play dumb
and turn codependent.
I mourn all the universe’s signs
that people ignore.
I mourn all the sullen voices
begging to be heard.
We hold these vigils
to guide the way for those lost
may the light of a trillion candles
illuminate their path out the dark.
– Valerie Parente (8-29-2026)
Victim not Villain
by Valerie Parente
If a woman asks for help
time and time again
pleading and begging
in desperation
and the system ignores her
until she gives in
then she is more of a victim
than she is a villain.
And all these men in suits
are playing willfully ignorant
saying the madness in it all
is the empathetic women
not the failing system
they so pitifully defend.
They’d rather protect the patriarchy
than protect a fellow human.
So which one is it?
Which one is it then?
Hateful monsters?
Hysterical and overreacting?
Either we’re weak minded and vulnerable
or we’re the spawns of Satan
but you can’t have it both ways
then offer no solution.
– Valerie Parente (8-26-2026)
Skeletons (Girls Like Playing 1)
by Valerie Parente
All these women
hooked on GLP1s
playing anorexic
simply for the fun
reaping the side effects
of starvation
brain fog and sunken cheeks
bone deterioration
but it’s okay when they do it
with a doctor’s authorization
a society of zombies
that’s the motivation
no we aren’t supposed to look like skeletons
but Girls Like Playing 1.
– Valerie Parente (8-17-2026)
Survivor
by Valerie Parente
I am not a victim
I am a survivor.
I am not that broken little girl
I am the one who revived her.
I am not my circumstance
I am the good it inspired.
I am not worse for it all
I am the wiser.
I don’t remember the pain you gave me
I remember the power I acquired
because when the darkness came for me
I lit up like a fire.
– Valerie Parente (8-9-2026)
Poiesis
(Life is the Art)
by Valerie Parente
I only fear death
when I think of all the art left unfinished.
But life is no conquest
it has design, that of an artist.
So when their tears fall
like paint, they’ll fall for me
when their tears fall
my greatest masterpiece will be complete.
– Valerie Parente (8-6-2026)
