"My name is Robyn De Leon. I'm a freshman at Loyola Marymount University and I'm majoring in English and Economics. My (mediocre) skills reside in poetry, short stories, journaling and being dumb. My dream is to be a novelist living in the grand city of New York crying over fictional characters. I'm currently the Editor of the Social Justice section for the Los Angeles Loyolan and I yell a lot about social justice and my current obsession."
Instagram: @lorddeathman
Read her article "Check your watch, time's not up" on The Los Angeles Loyolan & "Whitewashed Women of Color" on Funky Feminist!

All the Sinners tell her what to do.

They lust and kill and lie,
then turn their eye to her.

She’s mocked by righteous grace,
then stoned with a lover’s gaze.

He laughs and speaks the devil’s tale,
Then turns to smite her with the Lord’s Prayer.


The chase for The Absolute has left her worn—dead.
​ Even in her tomb, all the Sinners tell her what to do.

what do i do when i am no longer special
do i die?
has my time come where i am no longer loved by many and hated by Nobodys
make me holy, make me glorious or kill me instantly
to be alive is to be worshipped
o be alive is to be loved
to be alive is to be feared
if i cause you indifference kill me instead
if i cause you no second thought, bash my brains against the concrete

let it be known i rather die than be nothing

i never wait for you,
and it seems you're always rushing towards me.
it's crazy you see?
that i want you so bad, but i miss you every time,
and you're there.
i see you see me,
and somehow i walk past you.
like i walk past a flash sale of bouquets,
or a dollar deal on books,
or a kind smile,
or a friendly hello--
goodbyes are all i seem to be.
goodbye to you,
goodbye to me when all i'm trying to do is get to know you,
get to know how you would be with me and how i would be with you
life's crazy, but i'm crazier for letting it go past me every time.