On holding onto what you know to be true even when others wish you wouldn't.
If I’m honest it hasn’t felt mundane at all. So much has been happening. Regardless, the warm ups are back.
Liberty and justice for all and other delusions... a continuation of my previous sharing's aka the drops before the black settler poetry.
Cheers to my 26 year old self who wrote the essays I will share here. Deep Gratitude to the indigenous professors who challenged my concepts of…
I wasn't going to post this but my therapist suggested that writing can be good enough even if it is not about traumatic experience... or poop. So…
I am remembering what it means to live an artists life after so much forgetting. Notes from my daily practice.
Experiences of disembodiment from the lens of a brown (read black) body. *TW: Viral Black Death*
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