April by Emma Phelps


Literary Spotlight: Emma Phelps

Our first literary spotlight is featuring an awesome woman in our Chiix community, Emma Phelps, with her poem on the beauty of womanhood and self-acceptance.


The day I stopped hating my hips,
the day I welcomed these rosebuds
that had bloomed at my sides
was the day I heard the flowers dying.
She said they were flowers from
the day their love was spoken,
flowers that had fluctuated on
our windowsill for months,
volleying between life and death,
unable to water themselves
while she leaves, licking her lips
and showering in his name.

That morning they wilted,
parched and empty like my insides,
wounded, alone, beautiful and damaged.
Their hollow stems shake and flee
from the garbage disposal like I
shook from his vinegar words.

I speak to them in dew drops
and they beam against the window,
the symbol of another's love,
cradled by my hands.
The hands I wrap around my back,
just to remember what it feels
like to forget myself.
To remember what those undiscovered
curves and valleys have been
to my Magellans, I the only
native still standing in the
middle of the poppy fields
sweeping away the ashes
with gentle, open palms.

Emma is an advocate for human rights in the Salt Lake City community. She also enjoys anything related to the The Great Gatsby, Anne Boleyn, ampersands, chai tea, hiking, swimming, reading, writing, music, laying on my driveway on summer nights, art, London, concerts, YouTube, John Green, purple, Game of Thrones, dogs, and people. You can follow her writings on her blog or follow her on Instagram.