Resuscitate

  • Jordan's head turned upwards ,eyes closed . Messy brown hair falls to shoulders . Jordan is a white femme with brown hair, and freckles.

    Back cover:
    in white letters

    Let me braid jasmine into your hair, 
    root you below the redwood trees
    that raised us

    -Love Letter to Myself 

    below that:

    Raise your hand 
    if you’ve had to raise up the animal in you to survive.


    We become gritted teeth,
    bodies they only see when they want us
    They hunt us because we are their nightmares
    the witch in us is hotter than their fire.
          -Hell Hath No Fury Like Witches Who Didn't Burn

    On front cover, in white letters:  
    Resuscitate
    Poems by Jordan Wilson-Dalzell

Self published chapbook

“An ode to the power of claiming survivorhood in a world where our bodies are weaponized against us. Resuscitate speaks to the journey of facing the ghosts of trauma, mental illness and patriarchy: how intersectional feminism brought this survivor back to the land of the living.”​

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Poetry Book

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Poetry

Definition of Rape Culture

The men in this poem
have many names
The guys in this poem
are probably sitting in this room
Always demanding femmes explain rape culture to you, right now 
What you are asking for:
is an execution. 
— -A Definition of Rape Culture
People keep asking me when I got sick
As if they’ve ever known me healthy”
— -Mythology Of Disease
Learning how to let myself
be water and earth
— -Self-Care
my eyes,
windows abandoned
Friends bolting out the door
at first whiff of trauma
— -Shelter
Crooked bones, failed bridges
Water never needed to
stretch far to  hold me.
— -Sea-Born
My femme family line
is so used to fitting ourselves
into to someone else’s
planter box
And calling this self  improvement

-Motherline
Anxiety is siren
singing to my body 
Begging it
to shed my skin
— WaterWounds